What happened to my reality?
Did I become a nuisance to society?
An unsatisfying existence with no morals to confide in.
My rigid ridicules have fashioned into my mundane triumphs.
My style is now a rigmarole, intimidated by others.
All speculate emotions of mine taken under the riot of civilization.
My radiant beauty, unpromising now, emits spews from strangers mouths.
No longer analyzed I sit and wait for my destiny.
 
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