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Crushed corsages crumbling in stress, come with multi-colored corsets that are tightened till you lose your breath; Straighten your spine till you are a perfect line, and everyone says you are perfectly fine; Sick expectations, people pass pathetic pleasantries as they continue judging thee declaring, whether you are or are not a special beauty.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
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Crushed corsages crumbling in stress, come with multi-colored corsets that are tightened till you lose your breath; Straighten your spine till you are a perfect line, and everyone says you are perfectly fine; Sick expectations, people pass pathetic pleasantries as they continue judging thee declaring, whether you are or are not a special beauty.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
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