why do they need so much attention when they have someone in their lives.?. taking selfies to share as if they want someone else on their minds... are they broken or looking for someone that fits the mood.?. somehow feeling there's someone different to fulfill the emptiness in a room... how is it the eyes that gaze upon them is never enough.?. holding their beauty to a standard of there's always better so afraid of luv... twisted like a spiral of emotions they pluck from another's chest... knowing damn well ain't no one ever gonna get their best... being isolated within their own absorbed sense of humor... enjoying the awareness others take upon the skins until tongues create rumors... witness to the jealousy of those the same as they are... as chatter forms on lips taking notice to the scrutiny of the heart... needing one more person to like the shallowness sight tends to entrap... with smiles for all to see as a rarity not so unique craved so bad... having center stage in a role of lusts to perform their masterpiece... why fall from the graces when there are some many willing to attend their own self ceased.?. picture perfect with the right angle can cause sighs to feed the relentless beast never to be tamed... so full of vanities bullshit the character sought out drifts in lenses defining thy shape... to be longed for due to the natural affect of a use when they're already in possession of such... why do they havta be narcissistic n claim they ain't distinctively outta touch.?. blinded to the facts of a truce displayed to show it's what's within that matters the most... so eager to be a host to sexual intent catering to the ego held close... as each snap captures a new face staring in awe... as exhibit a is to be known as nothing more than a flaw...
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