Perfect face
A girl can dream
A girl can dream of a perfect face
But not every girl is like me I think as I run my fingers down the stitches of my perfect face many may ask how my face became so perfect well u can ask the annoying little Irish girl who lived down the street Her freckles really look good don't they I regretfully shake my head running my fingers across my freckled checks it was such a shame they looked better on me
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Words that crawl off the page under your skin
PoésieA disturbing short poem about a girls obsession with beauty