Right on Time

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My daily life couldn,t be more wretched

Every day is a thing regretted

The sun shone brightly on my door

But it will be sunny no more

Ever since the day I was born

My whole world has been ripped and torn

And as I grow, it gets more crucial

You have to be perfect...you have to be social

Painting my face with the colors of the sand

I have to fit in...I have to understand

You have to be like the rest of the world

I am required to be a normal girl

I have to act and speak like the rest

Complete with wearung the same hair and dress

Don't speak unless you are spoken to

That is something you must never do

No individuality, no expression

The need to be perfect is my only obsession

The legitimate way is always right

No exceptions

No one will fight.

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