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| Enter the revolting room... Everywhere around us we're flooded by pictures of pretty people. Making me feel bad about myself, the confrontation with the frustration which is my body. Creating the perfect image for us all, indoctrinating our views. Taught to be as "cool" as you can be. Feeling like a fucking freak kicked and overrun by the masses which hate me. Nothing gets easier. I accept this ugly shell which hides my real being. The surface is so cold and worthless but still the roots are deep. Stare all the image of beauty telling myself to fuck off. Telling the world to leave me alone as I found out I'm too late once more. Not keeping up appearances and feeling part of realistic,"real", people. Abandon fake aesthetic disguises to accept myself for what I am. An ugly "fucked up" freak like I have always been. jOhNduDe |
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