It's the beautiful ones that get lost, torn and tattered, smudged and battered, eroded between two fingers and snorted up one nostril. The beautiful ones are imprisoned and barricaded, held tight and manipulated, perverted and controlled, deluded and reversed.
Beautiful girl, hold your head up high. Beautiful girl, don't forget the sky. That's all you have. Imagine yourself upside down, walking on the blue. A new world made just for you.
Forget everything you've been told. Taste something that grows off a tree.
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