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Apr 2015
If you looked at my lips,
you would not even recognize them anymore.
You once said they were porcelain soft.
Well now my porcelain has cracked and will never be put back together by your words.
But I guess that is a good thing.
Why would I want something so fake and evil tracing across my face and ruining my smile.
Skylar Peek
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