Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens selling an empty dream
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of cars and calories and everything in between the sun and Saturn's ring,
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but the price tag can't be seen and it took bites out
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of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.
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She grew up in east LA watching celebrities living out all of her dreams.
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The plastic canopy of US royalty drew her gaze towards the sky
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and away from her own mind.
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And it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.
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And at home her mother cried cause daddy
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had something on the side and they didn't look up when she sighed.
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And when August came around,
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the bathing suits were on the ground replaced by a cotton cloak.
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To see her own reflection was like squinting in the sun.
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And when all tomorrow brings is a set
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if broken wings it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a hollow shell.
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