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Society Is Dying

Society is dying. Frantically chasing trends. Western beauty codes, A seclusive chaos. No diversification. Initiating an identical demeanour, Endeavouring to embrace imitation. Artificial beauty. Milky skin, Sapphire eyes, Slender physique, And blind followers. How can a counterfeit being, Inhabit authentic beauty? This is society. We learn to accept the clone, Yet reject the exclusive. The manufactured beauty, And the forged duplicates, Cloak conspicuous insecurities, This judgmental society permitted us. We yearn to fit in. Some are fortunate. Masked replicas, Conceal misplaced beauties. Some are unfortunate. The offbeat, The secluded gems. When you crave to be a conventional Sarah, Bear in mind, You are uniquely radiant, Whether you believe it or not. Don’t be that girl. This is your life. Don’t live someone else’s. A repeated sequence, Has no value. Don’t linger your life like it’s a sequel to the primitive film, Pursue your life like it’s the revolutionary novel, Where you’re the initial author, Decisions planted upon your creativity, And everything is your design. Society is dying.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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