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Behind close doors I actually have a personality but yet to be explored...
Because where my heart lives it rains...alot
And the monster in my closet remains lock
Pretty Every day they tell her she is pretty People she never met They walk up to her and as if it is their duty to humanity they tell her she is so pretty I want to be just like you Perfect A day doesn't go by that she doesn't hear that word The
