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![[Looks won't tell who's living inside]](defiance_v3.jpg)
they laugh at me
for what they see
staring at the skirt
blind to all my hurt
i try to open their eyes
and make them realize
it's cloth:
no power
to change
my soul--
just like
the pants
she wears
but they just stare at me
made blind by what they see
comfortable in cells
given by Conformity
A parallel thought on Goth culture: most people are sheep, but sometimes they fall into the jaws of a different society.
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