Oh how i fantasize to go walk on that runway, Swinging my hips with a blank worn face.
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The Catwalk
Non-Fiction"We purge who we are into porcelain until our sights go blurry or skip meals until we're thin enough to be worthy"
Trois
Oh how i fantasize to go walk on that runway, Swinging my hips with a blank worn face.
