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Mar 2015
Hot curling iron creating perfect tresses,
my hair is thinning fast, I can see my scalp.
Lush ruby lips as I pout and take a picture,
blood runs from them as my fingers claw trying to give them life.
Flawless porcelain skin like a chinadoll,
Years and years of scars are covered up.
Thick black lashes smeared with dark kohl,
Crystal teardrops create inky streams down my cheeks.
They flow and flow until my eyes ache and cannot produce anymore.
Mouth once filled with sugar now only tastes salt.
Exhausted.
AuburnRose
Written by
AuburnRose  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   --- and Ariel Baptista
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