The image, the perfect design humanity has placed upon me, This thought, I hold so dearly, The worst is thought of those outside of perfection, We dont need you spreading your word about their image, Youre an infection, Spewing for your power to forefill your ultimate desire, Where are the rules for how one should look? Discrimination, youre not golden either, Just a design set to fail like the rest of them, Prepare for your judgement, Like the rest you will fall into the hands of another superior, So there for In societys eyes, We are Forever Imperfect.
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