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the girls look right through me I breeze past these halls the boys like to stare these narrow endless walls I don't have a thought past what's for dinner for this outgoing girl sure doesn't have that in her but what people don't see the depths of the oceans deep in her mind it kills her to go through the motions it feels good to be pretty but that's all she is you need to act perfect or you'll never be his makeup will cover hair can be taimed but when your heart starts to flutter the knife is already aimed for the face you put on is that what you become he sees you as nothing more than a doll too dumb
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
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the girls look right through me I breeze past these halls the boys like to stare these narrow endless walls I don't have a thought past what's for dinner for this outgoing girl sure doesn't have that in her but what people don't see the depths of the oceans deep in her mind it kills her to go through the motions it feels good to be pretty but that's all she is you need to act perfect or you'll never be his makeup will cover hair can be taimed but when your heart starts to flutter the knife is already aimed for the face you put on is that what you become he sees you as nothing more than a doll too dumb
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
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