Society's expectations dangle from my arms,
These impure ribbons maneuver my body
To the flawed perfection which hangs upon my wall.
Mistaken transcendence fuels my insanity.
At the will of society's ribbons, I become nothing.
Society's expectations dangle from my arms, Mistaken transcendence fuels my insanity. At the will of society's ribbons, I become nothing.
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