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Disclaimer: I don't own these characters at all. Just borrowing them.
How does it feel...
To trade your soul for great riches and wealth?
This competition you can't handle,
Boy, it derails your health.
To be on top of the class with the highest score?
While your friends, like roaches,
Are running out the door.
To be their ideal definition of beauty?
Give me the medicine of vanity,
'Cause Hollywood is where you will find me.
To settle for less?
Since the paparazzi grants, you grave stress,
Is there a place where the fragile souls can rest?
Riddle me this...
How does it feel to be you?
To see you?
To do you?
Think. See. Breathe,
Count to three.
Precious Soul,
Erase the propaganda and replace the foul media,
Embrace the gift of life,
and your face will show no signs of strife!
~Owari~