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Starving signs
in a mid life crisis
sunlight fashion
and tanning devices
I fell into a category
with cigarette smoke and pale skin
an otherworldly manifestation
and no standards within
Placed upon me
a judgement of fate
but I stay in the past
afraid of hope and debate
Chocolate hearts
leftovers from celebration
laced with conformity but
my tattoo is my own creation
I sing my own songs
but it doesn't tell me who I am
they're out of tune
starts and stop whenever they can
They judge me on my looks
without knowing my real face
and I stare back
with my eyes' empty gaze
*written by me
**Picture probably stolen
**Picture probably stolen
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