Through the rose-coloured glasses lies the vision of the prettier world.
The life of perfection.
The innocent hope.
The quiet dreaming.
The fantasy of the future as we want it to be - the perfect hair, perfect face, perfect job.
Perfect life.
But in the harsh light of day,
With the stark bitter truth of reality staring straight back,
There is nothing left.
Only the vision of the perfect life
on the ground
shattered.
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