Like she
Hard to believe that what you see is not the original me. I've taken pictures out of magazines and plastered them above where I dream. From the clippings of Kim to the ripped sheets of Rihanna what you see in me is not as what it seems. Perfect as a sunday morning stroll and michevous as a Friday night ball. From the waves of Yonces weave to the foam finger on Miley's hand I have taken diffrent parts of thee. The role models of our generation are as sexy as can be. So why would I be like me when I can be like she. After dying my locks and squating in front of that glass box you will all see that I am Flawless because I am parts of all thee beautiful cover models of the world. So now that I am parts of kim, miley, and B I can wake up like this and still be able to break the internet. Cause what is better than have the face of an angel and the butt of a kardashian.
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