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 It Holds You Down

Its Grip Unbreakable

 It Glues You to the Ground, No Escaping This Town

 Like Hardened Cement, Your Stance is Unshakable

The Epitome of a Rotten Core

From the Inside Out

Your Individuality Exists No More

And You’ve Realized You’re a Sellout

 Internally Hollow, But Outwardly Tanned

 The Blonde in Your Hair is the Only Thing More Common than Your Newly Browned Skin

You’re Beginning to Question if this Conformity Should be Banned

 But It’s Too Late. You’re Already Sucked In. You’ve Succumb to the Other City of Sin

Your Embrace of This Place

 Is the Loss of Your own Distinct Space