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The Maybaline raccoon eyes stare full of synthesized tragedy for a life severed from the parents she clings to so dearly. The black-flaked fingertips dance without any real purpose for entertainment and communication within a hand-held device. The perfectly messy hair lays upon a head full of thoughts for friends, enemies, and homework yet the ambition isn't anywhere to be found. She sees herself as different but she really is the same committing those high school crimes That she pretends to be above.
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Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 3:49 AM UTC
Hillary
The Maybaline raccoon eyes stare full of synthesized tragedy for a life severed from the parents she clings to so dearly. The black-flaked fingertips dance without any real purpose for entertainment and communication within a hand-held device. The perfectly messy hair lays upon a head full of thoughts for friends, enemies, and homework yet the ambition isn't anywhere to be found. She sees herself as different but she really is the same committing those high school crimes That she pretends to be above.
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Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 3:49 AM UTC
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