WeAreWhoWeAre
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Here’s to the girl that wakes up and doesn’t like the feeling of thongs or cheekies or bikini style underwear.
Here’s to the boys who wake up and want to wear that red lipstick they saw on their mom’s lips.
In a funhouse,
I stare in awe at my reflection,
Wishing I could live in a penthouse.
My life, my perspective, my bias keep me going in the right direction.