evil woman
I'm an evil woman with deception seeping through my lips the ugly truth coming through the cracks that my lies couldn't seal with porclelain lips like an old doll, they start to crack what a seeming beauty, is now all broken the sin peeking out under my perfect skin I try my best to pick up all the shards glue it in place, to save some face but it's all to intricate this can't be fixed, the ugliness once hidden can now be seen, no paint could fix my broken porclelain
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