keepingitreal
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Let’s get something straight
I’m prettier than you
You’re not prettier than me
And that’s how it’s always going to be
Insert Hair Flip Here
Oh I mean {Hair-flip}
You don’t like that?
Looks like memory.
Feels like fraud.
Looks like joy.
Feels like guilt
creeping through my body and out my mouth.
A mouth forming a smile: fake and familiar.
My eyes scroll down the line