Make-Up My Own Path
Masquerade and sashay your way down that office,
Use those eyes to line the path of your future.
Blush those cheeks to hide the pain of those pain written days.
Use the foundation to create set forth a smooved finish.
Polish those nails in order to hide,
hide from all those hard worked yesterdays.
Line those lips,
so the smile at the end will be glorious. '
Because the end will be glorious.
Flaw free,
Acne ridden.
Flawless.
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