my shirt soaked, right out of the wash
my face stained, the ink running from his words
my nails bleeding, chewed off like a barbie's head
my voice gone, taken by a witch's curse
he's made me cry more than my bath holds
i've wasted so much money on reapplying mascara
there's no point in getting manicures anymore
the screaming and crying has left me speechless
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
my shirt soaked, right out of the wash
my face stained, the ink running from his words
my nails bleeding, chewed off like a barbie's head
my voice gone, taken by a witch's curse
he's made me cry more than my bath holds
i've wasted so much money on reapplying mascara
there's no point in getting manicures anymore
the screaming and crying has left me speechless
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