Pretty Girls

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Oh how easily we live
when all around us give and give.
No troubles for the pretty girls.
Who don themselves with shiney pearls.

Oh how useless we must seem
when all we do is sit and dream,
and wait as time passes by.
All that's seen by the naked eye.

Oh how troubled we all are.
All our lives one under par.
With death and debt and love we lost.
We all pay differently,
but it's that same cost.

Oh how foolish you must be
To judge someone on what you see
Decide her character, class, and charm,
assumptions like these can only cause harm.

Because you see,
if you look close.
The pretty ones,
we suffer most.





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