Mona Lisa.
She was a masterpiece, Much alike to Mona Lisa. She hid her beautiful true self; With the ability to turn herself into someone new with brushes, foundation and concealer. She had no hope of happiness. She's broken inside, but she doesn't show it, Smoking her way through. Clicks and pretty snaps. Posting pictures and getting double taps. She has many followers, but not one true friend. Abandoned. They didn't notice, how hurt she is. Just look! Her smile won't match her eyes. //z// a.d.
2018-09-17 09:56:24
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Me Myself and I
You are so talented
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2018-09-22 10:52:10
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alvahmara
So deep
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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