At the end of the day, no matter what, I find my mascara smudged.
Whether it be from tears of sorrow or joy.
After a great day, when I feel there is nothing wrong in the world, my mascara is smudged.
After a day so bad it makes me question my will to live, my mascara is smudged.
No matter what it looks like someone could be going through something completely different than what you think.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
At the end of the day, no matter what, I find my mascara smudged.
Whether it be from tears of sorrow or joy.
After a great day, when I feel there is nothing wrong in the world, my mascara is smudged.
After a day so bad it makes me question my will to live, my mascara is smudged.
No matter what it looks like someone could be going through something completely different than what you think.
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