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Dec 2014
All the girls with the pretty faces are the ones with the blank souls.
They have shallow emotions, act on the crowd, don't know how to be themselves because they never truely were, ever.
The fake little laugh matched with a pretencious little smile.
The gloss and shadow covering their expressions creating the perfect mask.
When it is removed all that is left is a shallow life less hope less souls.
Written by
Danielle Rautenbach
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