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Dead Girls

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Published: Aug 6, 2012

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Peel back your skin.

See! Now you look a lot skinnier.

But remember, dead girls are prettier.

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Idk, but I got the concept from a photo that I saw with the title Vogue. It said Dead Girls Are Skinnier. A lot of my shit has gone to crap. I'm really no good at writing when I'm happy.

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Mask--Chan

Aug 6, 2012

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Though short, a very compelling and strong piece that really speaks for how far some people will go to be 'pretty'. It is awful how woman and men strive for unessential perfection on such unreachable levels that it could take a life time of work and still never feel they look 'right'.

The comparison to how dead girls also points out how some will drive themselves to what they never think of. That being an early grave.

Honestly, I love it! Just the pure impact of the words is enough and I really hope to read more from you in the future.

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