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I hide so well behind this face full of cake they don't even realize this smile is painted on, being held in place by my blood red lipstick the blush on my skin is perfectly placed, it is as fake as my laughter something dead cannot react this precisely drawn liner that accentuates my wide-eyed innocence is similar to the fresh scars that line my wrist and thighs the foundation i use every day is starting to crack and girls, we all know how much we hate cheap concealer
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
concealer
I hide so well behind this face full of cake they don't even realize this smile is painted on, being held in place by my blood red lipstick the blush on my skin is perfectly placed, it is as fake as my laughter something dead cannot react this precisely drawn liner that accentuates my wide-eyed innocence is similar to the fresh scars that line my wrist and thighs the foundation i use every day is starting to crack and girls, we all know how much we hate cheap concealer
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Liberian
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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