There Just Words.
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Amy pulled her Long Red hair out of her ponytail,She applied makeup around her Emerald Green eyes,She smeared Red Lipstick around her plump lips,Her flawless tanned skin shone in the sunlight,Her Coke Bottle body however was covered in bruises and scars,Something that could not be covered.So don't Judge Amy Levine by what you see,Her dark story may be a lot darker than you think.
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