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On my fingernails there’s chipped-off red. I’m tipped off my axis, don’t ask me what’s in my head. I just painted them so I couldn’t see the dirt underneath. If you ignore the parts that you’re sure are just the worst- can’t be a true reflection of you- it hurts. There’s a difference between an eraser and a curtain. Within, it’s too much.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
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On my fingernails there’s chipped-off red. I’m tipped off my axis, don’t ask me what’s in my head. I just painted them so I couldn’t see the dirt underneath. If you ignore the parts that you’re sure are just the worst- can’t be a true reflection of you- it hurts. There’s a difference between an eraser and a curtain. Within, it’s too much.
mary-correia
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
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