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Letter from the lost.

Black pain scribbled on broken mirrors,
reflecting the ugly truth that's hidden behind hollow smiles.

Go on society,kill the teenager. Isn't that what you're good at?

Poisoning their minds with your twisted views on perfection,
you wait for them to make their minds up about taking their breath away.

Go on society,kill the teenager. Isn't that what you're good at?

Just like a puppeteer you pull their strings,
changing them into victims of yours.

Go on society,kill the teenager. Isn't that what you're good at?

We're tired of our addiction to wordless prayers.
Tired of hiding behind the society-approved masks.
We're tired of pain,blood and choking on lies.

But we won't take it anymore.
We won't let you destroy something that's already perfect in order to make it beautiful.

Who do you think you are to tell us how to live our lives?

We may not be perfect but we are REAL.

So fuck you society,we won't follow your orders anymore.

Hey guys ;D So this is something I wrote a while ago for my English assignment,I hope you'll like it :) xo echelonfrommars