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Am I Pretty Now

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Painting my soul with lies, no one shall see my true identity.

Running away from the pure me and being pulled in by the plastic made model.

Eating nothing but air, becoming as light as a feather.

Trying to become the world's definition of beauty,

Then being asked if I’m okay.

Yesterday I was healthy and natural, today I’m sickly and fake.

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