Chisel the plastic smile Butcher the perfect hair You are a face. A surgically enhanced body. A computerized voice. You are no longer human. No longer an individual. Your sole purpose is Profit. You are an arrogant Nothing. A selfish brat, a poster girl. Devoid of personality.
Reason for writing:
A certain singer. (Don't want to mention any names.) :)
Birth sign: Virgo
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