Meets Guidelines (Or So I Hear)

Test your personality, realize surrounding reality's a fallacy. Oh surprise surprise! Inside weren't we once wise? I think something happened, I think it was those eyes. Let my milk of amnesia free you, steals those who stutter while your low-lashes flutter. So you scream and shout that you need out? These proverbial chains explain your complaints. They've already made their straight lace mistake, they've raised to awake as the opaque mind brakes. My shocking onyx and slate feel so much harder than fate, yet don't my counter tops glisten as your Grecian heart breaks? Just remember to fret for your lackluster looks, 'cause people read status updates these days, not books.