Shatter Me
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Last published Mon, Dec 7, 2015
From the start, told to shut up and nothing mattered but beauty and grace. Expected to be perfect and quiet and every little way. An image thousands must betray. Its as if we are ballerinas in a music box. We are to dance by command and always be perfect. The truth is we are ballerinas trapped in music boxes and snow globes. This is what they do to the women who fail to shut up and look pretty. We are turned into dolls. Only way to escape it to do your duty as a doll and the people who put us here approve of your freedom back. Most of us are in music boxes, clocks, and stands. Those who try to escape are the ones in the snow globes.
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