Mama says I'm a pretty girl, what's in my head doesn't matter, what I wear is all that matters.
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She was picture perfect. A model, famous, well-known and loved for her looks. Those people who made fun of her-- they're just jealous. They're wrong.
So why does it hurt so bad?
Mama always told her to aim to be thinner, higher, blonder, more perfect. And she couldn't help but break apart one day.
She didn't kill herself that day, when she ran into the road after the blind cat. She just cared for it before she thought of her own good.
Right?
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NARUTO SUCKED IN FANFIC
I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC'S