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1vallebryan

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since January 2020
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Makeup

January 9, 2020
My makeup always allows me to feel free 
I go from my natural lashes to falsies. 
Gives me a mask to show the world a new me 
while showing off my glitter cut crease. 
 
My pink lip plumper sizzles as a burn 
while I'm only happy as I live.
My golden highlight a feeling I yearn 
this will be the only life that god gives.
 
I left my house afraid of who I was 
from bullied to soaring through this big world. 
To find, I was perfect just the way I was 
for I am now my true self in my dream world. 
 
The world shall never break my heart again. 
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