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She is herself She does not care about the money in the banks Screams, gets what she demands She does not fear unknown men she sees Smiles, melts their broken pieces Now, that’s called swag
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
She is herself | Grey paper
She is herself She does not care about the money in the banks Screams, gets what she demands She does not fear unknown men she sees Smiles, melts their broken pieces Now, that’s called swag
Now just read the bold. Whoa! It still tells the story. Clad in icy pink, the little cheerful angel smiled at me ever so innocently. She called her mom and said "mom, uncle is standing in front of lift. I felt more wonderful about being smiled at than weird about being called uncle. Don't you aspire to be like her? #truestory #greypaper
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
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