Thursday, August 30, 2012


You'll never know she's damaged just by looking at her pretty face.
You'd call her beautiful and she'd say,
"I guess I look okay".
Shes grown to realize she'll never be that girl that EVERYONE wants...
Brizillian loose tracks way down her back,
lashes that could flutter,
fake nails arranged in details
and a body that screams throw stacks.
She could never be her.

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