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She walked through the throngs of dancers They looked like in their drinks they’d found answers A young girl yelled her over and bought her a drink Sometimes the job was hard but everyone had their financier They took a picture and she left to get dressed Shading, contouring, hair curlers, and glitter were her enhancers She stood at the edge of the stage and heard her intro play, As they shouted her name, she realized that this profession wasn’t a cancer. And though it was a hard life, she loved every moment, They kissed her hand and clapped with joy, and there she found her answers.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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She walked through the throngs of dancers They looked like in their drinks they’d found answers A young girl yelled her over and bought her a drink Sometimes the job was hard but everyone had their financier They took a picture and she left to get dressed Shading, contouring, hair curlers, and glitter were her enhancers She stood at the edge of the stage and heard her intro play, As they shouted her name, she realized that this profession wasn’t a cancer. And though it was a hard life, she loved every moment, They kissed her hand and clapped with joy, and there she found her answers.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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