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Pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty hands, pretty *** She handles all those compliments fields all those unwanted stares. Some young guy says something nice, but when she doesn’t acknowledge him he calls her a stuck up ***** Some one grabs her *** Someone presses her up against a wall. Someone raises her blouse. Someone intrudes where he is not meant to. Now she is awkward. Now she is uncomfortable, Now she is untrusting. Now she doesn’t want to be beautiful.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
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Pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty hands, pretty *** She handles all those compliments fields all those unwanted stares. Some young guy says something nice, but when she doesn’t acknowledge him he calls her a stuck up ***** Some one grabs her *** Someone presses her up against a wall. Someone raises her blouse. Someone intrudes where he is not meant to. Now she is awkward. Now she is uncomfortable, Now she is untrusting. Now she doesn’t want to be beautiful.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
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