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why do i glide serum through my hair stare into the mirror in my makeup chair i need advice and a vice being a woman does not suffice a keen yearn to please must i get down on knees? swamped in a somber guilt i lack will, i wilt
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Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 7:38 AM UTC
femme fatality
why do i glide serum through my hair stare into the mirror in my makeup chair i need advice and a vice being a woman does not suffice a keen yearn to please must i get down on knees? swamped in a somber guilt i lack will, i wilt
faciaoverkill
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22/F/Chester, England
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 7:38 AM UTC
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