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You Cannot Apply Makeup To Your Soul
Whatever my body, my soul is beautiful
Whatever my wealth, my soul is rich
Whatever the chaos, my soul is tranquil
Whatever the burden, my soul supports me
Whatever I lose, my soul will stay
Saturday 27th February 2021 12:28 am
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