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Dear Society, Now I Realize...Dear Society,Dear Society, Now I Realize... by Sly-Rouge-Fox
I realize that this world has its imperfections and its impurity.
I realize that the man that sleeps in the corner of Market and Gallow is not resting, but is dead, frozen in the eternal grasp of the dying winter night.
I realize that skin is still a factor in this rather colorful world, and the purest is not always the most correct.
I realize that two friends cant love each other because they both share the same makeup, the same body, and the same need, all because some old women and men think that everyone must conform into a world of fear and self conscience.
I realize that no one is truly happy and must always change how they are, what they look like, what they eat, how they dress, just to impress a photograph of a most likely 16 year old girl coverd in makeup with fake breasts so she looks like she is about 26.
I realize babies are an accessory.
I realize that flashes of metal usually equals a loud bang, and that no one cares to stop.
I realize that a picture is wort
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