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Dance
Dancing laces fill the air
she spins and spins and spins.
Falling down with no surprise
she gets up and starts again.
Practice to be perfect.
Be perfect for all of them.
She spins in pretty circles
just to please one man.
Painted up like a doll,
the face you see isn't hers.
Be what they want you to be
that's how this cruel world turns.
Left there, all alone
she will take her last sigh.
Constantly trying to please others.
All alone now, she still cries.
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This world is full of fake titties and real assholes.
Last edited by SARS-expl0ted; 08-09-2008 at 10:26 PM.
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