My fashion sense is better than everyone I know but nobody appreciates.
Beauty outside, darkness inside.
I only pretend to be the leader of the pack. In reality, I’m scared shitless.
I’m tired of trying to blend in.
My legs make men weep and I love it
I have nothing up top to hide. I think that’s probably why no man wants me.
My love songs are all out of date.
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