9|Enea

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I am sorry I am not good enough to fit your fantasy. I am human, alright? You cannot expect me to act all pretty and royal when my heart is aching and my limbs are sore from walking the 'proper' way. You cannot demand perfectly-laid lipstick when the words I have on the tip of my tongue are all venom and dirt. You cannot force me to comply to the standards I have fought so damn hard against. You cannot trim my body when I am trying my best not to hate it. Just stop, alright? Stop making me feel like I am the last human on Earth allowed to love and be loved. Stop it, society. Stop it!

 Stop it!

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