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you and your fifteen year
old beauty
skin and bones.
it fails to impress me.
may god take pity on your
mind,
ravaged as it is
by self-induced sickness
and dreams of perfection.
A/N: three simple words:
get. over. yourselves.
damn bitches and their
stupid quests for perfections -- you make me sick.