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Not Through My Eyes.
DW ( / Ireland)

Not Through My Eyes.

The censorship of your skin,
hides beauty deep within,
painting masks to make you look good tonight,
magazines teach you to bath in phosphite.
You buy their lies,
you starve your cries,
all of this for a better you?

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Comments (2)

the first two lines are amazing
Nice work. why hide behind just be yourself and be more appreciated.