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Faces Sold in Silent Markets" is a reflective poem about how modern society turns beauty into something bought, judged, and performed. It shows how people chase perfection shaped by trends and voices around them, often losing their true identity in the process.

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IN THIS "STORY" I WILL BE TELLING YOU HOW TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE AND BE PRETTY DOING IT USING SOME THING I DONT KNOW OF

Dear girls, please don't feel insecure about your body when someone says something about it. Just say "I can't change it! It's just me! I can't change my body!" Every single girl is beautiful and perfect. Look at yourself in the mirror and don't be afraid to notice how beautiful you are. Don't just blame yourself for the features or things you don't have instead, look how your flaws go hand-in-hand, that makes you you and you look beautiful and amazing. Trust me if you do that your soul will be shinning like a goddess. Size does not matter. When we all get old we all will have wrinkles and nobody can change it because it's natural. So, why waste our time judging ourselves? Have confidence in yourself then you will see all your flaws vanish away, to such a beautiful and glimmering soul.

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a beautiful, sadist and hard hearted girl meets the handsome, mafia and a loyal boy... they find each other and fall inlove with each other but there is still some obstacles that block their way and that makes them dissapoint and they don't talk anymore... will they meet and love each other again?

"The Market's Painted Veil" is a visceral indictment of a culture that demands we butcher our authentic selves to fit into a marketable mold. By locking the verse into a rigid, mechanical rhythm and using bold typography to mimic the aggressive subliminal messaging of consumerism, the poem exposes the tragedy of "faces trimmed to fit the lies." It is a confrontation with the mirror, revealing that when beauty becomes currency-"weighed like gold" and "bartered for applause"-we are left as mere ghosts, suffocating beneath the weight of a glamorous, decaying facade.