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the mask
powdered, light-tinted dust strokes the crevices of her porcelain face.
red liquid plasters the outside of her perfectly shaped lips.
black goo strikes the thick corners of her luscious eyelashes.
the girl staring back at her she does not recognize.
Perfect. Beautiful. Good. the voices in her head say.
A faint smile warms her face;
painted, covered, and disguised in the lies...
Thursday 15th November 2018 3:46 pm
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