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My cheap gold rings turn my fingers green, I fry my hair to straw. My favorite pants have holes in them, I wear a push-up bra. My eyebrows and nails are store-bought as can be, I had braces for two years to fix my teeth. You can call me fake, I don't really care. Because the words that I write and the thoughts that I think, I didn't pull out of thin air.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Superficial is a Matter of Opinion
My cheap gold rings turn my fingers green, I fry my hair to straw. My favorite pants have holes in them, I wear a push-up bra. My eyebrows and nails are store-bought as can be, I had braces for two years to fix my teeth. You can call me fake, I don't really care. Because the words that I write and the thoughts that I think, I didn't pull out of thin air.
shannon-crouse
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
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