Dear make up,
For you, I change into a celebrity,
Looking like a working class.
Yet, I'm not.
I miss my real face,
For people, I wear make up,
Yet, you're not still appreciated.
I accept the scare and spot and pain,
You leave on my precious face.
So sorry for the disappointment,
This is our departing letter,
Dear makeup.
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The Eye Catcher (Completed)
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