Brea
Crying.
I reached home, found a letter from my mother.
Gone.
She was gone, they took her.
How will I survive.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Roman pour Adolescents"My face, its what I paint everyday just for him to notice me. A simple white canvas is horrible, might as well paint over it… with makeup" A Short story on how a girl named Brea cakes her face with makeup just for a guy named Luke Hemmings to notic...
