impressionable mirrors

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By look how pretty she is when she falls down...

False rebellions control your actions. And when you hit the bottom, guess whose laughin’? They fathom your mind, Like you got nothin’ inside They don’t except you to rise. You look small from the skies. If you’re tall, they’ll cut you small and if you care, they’ll hurt you there. They’ll push you into depression, but you can’t see the connection. You’re lost in side of yourself, and until you can really rebel You’ll be labeled and put on a shelf. All melting into a country of Pop idolizing impressionable mirrors.

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this is intense and honest i could feel it surfaced from your depths... and i think you are a girl. but brillant none the less