Song:
Pretty girl - Clairo
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Angelica.
Her name was Angelica and this is where it all started.
She was breathtaking, air out your lungs breathtaking. I never talked to her, never whispered her name in the halls. No one ever noticed she was there, but she was.
"What's it like to be a pretty girl?" She asked me. I was wearing a pink skirt and a sweatshirt. I didn't feel pretty. I didn't know how to answer. The way she said it hurt me. It was she was starving, she looked haunting, she looked sorrowful. She looked jealous.
I didn't answer.
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Ahahahahaha this is also dedicated to someone 👀
you know how jelly feels like on your nose? Me either.
