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her weight against the glass stinging cold against her flesh her world spins with confusion her heart beats with rejection the world outside drowning in ignorance like a disease - uncured a plague - destruction of all purity the air polluted with whispering gossip voices in her head like screaming banjees her reality crumbles breaking slowly into grains of sand noises fade - out of ear drowzy cold rejected broken this glass cage is her cell this world is her prison serving a life sentence for being born - for being herself put on a high pedastal - for the world to judge "dance freak dance" like a monkey - begging for mon

- lies - She has this hard face that softened brilliantly whenever she smiled. To the music that never dies, the tears that never fall, and the lies that just sway to the beat, softly and smoothly, fading with the melody, there you are. You dance to the rhythm slowly, the compelling harmony of life, and catch the dark eyes that melt. The words slip out, but the lyrics continue to be sung, and the lies die away until it's only the two of you again. She's not smiling, but grabs your arm and twirls prettily.  She moves her head, and laughs, fake, her face scorning, you can tell, because you always can, and you'd rather see her cry, to that b