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i grab my brush, styling my hair, "you have to look your best darling." my hands shake as i dust the porcelain powder over my nose, "you have to be well groomed," as steady as i can, i line my lips with amber red, shade 204. but my hand slips, and the red mark in on my cheek. 'why wont you take care of yourself!? its as if you dont care!" line my lips. brush my hair. apply mascara. no mistakes. *"you have to look your best."* each day i put on my mask, i was taught to do so young. as long as i look good, what else matters.. right?
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
lipstick lines.
i grab my brush, styling my hair, "you have to look your best darling." my hands shake as i dust the porcelain powder over my nose, "you have to be well groomed," as steady as i can, i line my lips with amber red, shade 204. but my hand slips, and the red mark in on my cheek. 'why wont you take care of yourself!? its as if you dont care!" line my lips. brush my hair. apply mascara. no mistakes. *"you have to look your best."* each day i put on my mask, i was taught to do so young. as long as i look good, what else matters.. right?
willow-tree
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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