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Society

Imperfect little girl, welcome to the real world.
Where people are tormented and teased.
Left with open wounds.
Left to bleed.
Come with me, my dear,
There is no need to fear.
You'll get your turn.
You'll surely burn in this game called life.

Oh look, a knife.
Slice, slice.
Cutting your pretty skin.

Oh you want to be thin?
Purge, Puke, throw it up,
Good girl. That's the stuff.
Keep going, you're almost there.

Sit inside
You want to die?
Oh, You attention seeking whore!
You want more?

Your heart is turning cold.
Your soul, it was sold,

Look in the Mirror.
Once you do things will become clearer.
That you are better off dead
      THE END!
Written by ChoaticGoddess (ShyG)
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