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I wish I was a redhead. But, only for you that is. I would be a redhead for you. I think you'd like that. It must be that other girl from the book you just read. The one with flames dancing on her head.
he wears a too-wide grin as honeydew skin turns crimson freckles spread across his face like stars, his eyebrows try to escape into that carrot red hair laughing, squinting, stumbling to the beat of the soundtrack
When people you don't know tell you you have beautiful hair When hair stylists tell you that if they could bottle your colour they'd be rich
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
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