when she looks in the mirror... shes the abslolute spitting image of beauty she reeks of lilacs and her skin is soft as those kleenex tissues you by with the creamy lotion in them.. her lips are as moist as rich chocolate cake and the lightest shade of rose-pink she's naturally perfect.. no implants..tucks...lifts...and tanning... her hair coils like winding stairs and her eyes are as creamy blue as the noon sky but all of the beauty she has will never correct the ugliness she bears inside...it will never shrink her huge ego..it will never make her a good person and to think i wanted to be like her coz everytime she looks in the mirror it breaks in disgustBirth sign: Virgo
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