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My love, my all My friend, my soul When I say I love you It is not a joke It's not a sad laughingstock
Swipe left, Swipe right. Update her Instagram Bio, Like a few images, and post a picture. Her loyal subjects swarm her page leaving gifts a plently in the form of digital admiration.
Aphrodite, Your Instagram wifey Model by day, Uploading constantly Beautiful as can be She uses Huda Beauty
Narcissus was cursed He could only love himself He made friends with the frat boys They loved themselves as well. Narcissus went to parties and bragged about his muscles He tried to pick up women
She is a firefighter. Putting her life before others. Putting my life before others. Others don't understand. Understanding can be difficult when they are apprehensive.
Dear Darkness, We meet again in this tragic abyss. It feels just like my lost lovers kiss. Once again, the air grows hauntingly thin. Take your pride in some fools grin.
The model was tall and lean... "Look at that string bean". "Body with no meat, the girl needs to eat" "She looks unhealthy, probably stuck with her career to be wealthy" "What skinny stilettos,
I see these plastic people, Barbie dolls. With their dream houses and expensive cars. And their plastic friends, at their plastic malls. Getting “white-girl wasted” at plastic bars.
In cold varietal fashionWith stone-faced disregardShe sashays the runway of hungry eyesWith a made up heartAnd painted faceExposed to all in frilly laceThe cover under where she'll hide
i have a friend who flew with the times and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth-- the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
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Look before you leap That's what my mother used to say to me
I walk, I jiggle They point, they giggle I cry, then nibble I go to bed belittled WAKE UP! These curves are dangerous and my energy is infectious
I dream of style and fashion
If I could change anything one thing, no matter how big or small, I would probably change the voting age.
As i stand there contemplating I see my life slowing fadding. I could go to the left with my friends or go to the right where my future attends. I understand that friends with always be there
My skin hangs weightlessly off my bones, like an old shirt on a clothes hanger. My stomach feels no hunger, it no longer knows what hunger is.