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Jan 2023
ive gone through a lot of mascaras... more than id like to admit
the first one i tried on was bold; made my lashes look long and strong
it held on to me; even when I was crying.
I was crying because that mascara burned me, so I let it go.

the next few were all the same.. kinda mushed together in my brain.

then there was the one i never wanted to try on because I had no interest, until I did.  
I loved that mascara, until I left it somewhere, miles and miles away from home.  

mascara changes all the time. I wish it didn't.
(P.S this isnt about mascara)
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