𖢷 ׁ ₊ SLUT! no she's doll-ate baby.
with me, you, with your tears, all your mascara is now gone, I don't know why you lost it, my body, with all its purity and perfection, has now succeeded in making you cry about everything. My body is engrossed in your rough melody, but when I focus wrongly on the bag I'm carrying, you can imagine with envy the girl who actually has a brand name compared to you who doesn't have the slightest lip gloss. clarity, name.