Oh, zombified youth!
Our life, our love, our being.
The steps and stages of standards,
Set by faceless overseers.
In truth, beauty has never been in the true eyes of the beholder.
The invisible forms replace all eyes with that of their own.
This land of fashionable sorrow!
Plastic surgery is beauty where love is age.
All the true and wonderful held down by robotic hearts and gauged affection.
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