Who I Am
I am flawless. With my straight hair, full coffee eyes, as well as the wrinkles encircling my lips, down to the crinkles surrounding my eyes. I did not wake up flawless, I had to apply my everyday essentials to make me feel alive, I don't do it to fulfill the desires of anyone, I do it for myself. It doesn't exclude me from being flawless, it just means that I have to try a little harder than anyone else. Dressing everyday head to toe in black doesn't make me dispirited, I resemble a feeling of comfort and joy, it warms my kind soul.
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