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Sighing, she pushed herself out of an uncomfortable chair.
Letting go completely, Cali grabbed a cigarette from her back pocket. Using a lighter she had in her front pocket, she lit up…
They called out to a false idol. A false name.
She knew that voice – didn’t she? Or hadn’t that voice changed in the last few days?
Their lies had become her, and not even she could decipher the truth any longer.
She clawed viciously at the air with in an almost animalistic-manner.
Used only for the purpose of supplying the ones – who had corrupted their fragile minds in the first place – with what every selfish human wants; what Cali had once wanted.
--with knives and plastic they came to scrape away her normality and carve into her flesh sickening lovely features.
She couldn’t breathe. There was no room to breathe – no room to gasp for air. The dry September air suddenly felt hot
And yet, she wore her cross with all of the pride she could muster. Cali walked across that stage as if she actually had a reason to continue moving. Screams rose as the crowd whirled violently in a storm of hysteria.
All for the liar.
They had come armed with chemicals, dyes, knives, and discrimination.
The instruments of torture in her own personal hell.
Or hadn’t that voice changed in the last few days?
so as long as she didn’t forget what those were there was no need to bother with any more meaningless and mindless jabber.
Taking one last glance of the highly-materialistic room,
She wasn’t much younger than Cali
Just like the rest of them; she was another expendable clone.
Used only for the purpose of supplying the ones – who had corrupted their fragile minds in the first place – with what every selfish human wants; what Cali had once wanted.
She knew she wouldn’t have been half as happy as she could’ve been had she not taken that ‘golden opportunity’
Her talent tempted her parents, and she was ridiculed by those too independent to fall for her charade with the title of ‘sell-out’.
With that all-revered sin known as money,
For now, anyways.
it was all too loud to constitute as noise.
no room to gasp for air. The dry September air
So she stopped to inhale all that was left of her innocence in that moment.
The blonde girl from before was wearing a new mask. This one wasn’t fake.
not to mention the evidence presented five feet in front of her and one foot above.
It was then she gave up.
Cali grabbed a cigarette from her back pocket. Using a lighter she had in her front pocket,
Nothing more.
she felt a familiar sense of comfort. Now she was surrounded by them. Her sisters – her home.
he cascade of pills tumbling through the winding air reminded her of that night. That was her real moment to shine. That was when she really changed.
She began to walk back down the road.
the people who helped her start over
She had been up there once.
A voice called for her to get ready.
They had warped her into a twisted vision of perfection – with knives and plastic they came to scrape away her normality and carve into her flesh sickening lovely features.
And yet, she wore her cross with all of the pride she could muster.
There was nothing to suggest otherwise; not to mention the evidence presented five feet in front of her and one foot above.
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