Leech of a word, killing us all,

From self-control the weak-willed fall,

The camera flashes, the fashions change,

Break free, do the obscene, do the strange!

Don't slave for 'beauty', don't slave for 'pretty',

Let's burn down this cruel, 'beauty'-dominated city,

In their eyes we will always be imperfection,

Stop trying, be yourself, end the infection.

The End

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