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The Fall in Effect

White walls line the candy-stripe isles
Several uniforms rush to clean blood from the tiles
Another of mother earth's baby girls and twisted smiles
Growing tumors; unhealthy addictions to Harry Stiles
Adolescence
Untouched lips and Malleable Minds racing for miles
Broken upon impact
An attempt to connect
While tears flood from the face - body falls into a spiral
Pages ripped from a diary
Bruises and broken bones
Pouring from the insides of classroom halls
A Nightmare; harassment in bathroom stalls
Stitch the mouths shut of
Pretty boys purring cat-calls
Drowning in makeovers bought at the mall
Purchasing the products to fix it all
Spending time with a "man" painted handsome and tall
Fell in love with an idea
That led to the fall

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