When she first saw herself
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On the dark screen of her phone
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She left the scene so she could enter
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And ease her shyness
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She put on an ego that didn't satisfy
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She dramatized the vile in routine
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As if it were a divine gift
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She just wanted a bit of attention
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But she found her own loneliness
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Opening her eyes didn't satisfy her
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She entered the darkness of her phone
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She ran to the mirror to put on makeup
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She painted her pallor with pain
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And entrusted her first time
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In the wake of a father who didn't see
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Nor her own mother understood
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In the pastime of vain pleasures
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She watched all grace slip through her hands
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And went back home so empty
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Dawn came as soon as she unraveled
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She opened up in a phone's eyes
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She eased the screen as she went in
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She took all shyness offstage
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She fed the networks with nudity
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She glamorized routine's flair
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She made her skin her fate
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She shattered into virtual shards
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In appearances, everyone so alike
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Singularities in ruin
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She entered the darkness of her pallor
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She shattered her cellular body
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She left the scene to ease herself
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She put on the drama one last time
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She liquidated herself in her liquidity
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She went viral in the heat of ruin
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Nobody noticed her depression
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She followed the herd, sliding her hand