Blank lights screen our faces, girls crippling their bodies, abnormal places

Where whole people are flattened to the surface of a screen, where heavy eyes roll over tons of images squeaky clean

While minds sit soiled in the dirt, recycled thoughts give way to an envy still no alert

For that thing you were meant to do, before you clocked onto a 5 dimensional mirror, your phone 

More concern for the edited and spiritual thinning of yourself, while your bones

Your real frame diminished, terrorised in a world where nobody is looking at one another

Just themselves

Adding to the mass of demolition and suicide of eachother.


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