Plastic surgeries from a life trying to reach an ideal, a woman who once was beautiful for me, converted into little more than plastic, skin and bones ...
There is no turning back, lies have already made their damage.
Who said she was ugly?
Who told her that she did not fit her nose?
What magazine did she read she had to be blonde to succeed in? For enforce they said, perhaps?
To be someone?
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| Beauty, crayon on paper |
