Wed, 11/12/2014 - 12:19 -- kaycee

As an eight year old you don't care how your hair look or how the make-up on your face was going to make you stand out from everyone else. I was an eight year old once, I mean we all were once. Playing in the rain with out a care in the world. We all were flawless, we stil are. You can put on all the make-up and you would look as pretty, as you do with out. People are mean, they will tell you what you don't want to hear. I on the other hand, will tell you that you are Flawless. 


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