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makeup running down my face, I feel like a plain waste of space. wishing I can speak my mind. all I want to do is find my pure beauty. but I can barely see the finish line. someone tell me please oh please. this pain is truly killing me. is love real or just a game? im not a bet to be played. but you show no shame. but you still keep up this game. im not a deck of cards, or a controller. so take your hands off of me, before you get caught up with your greed. you're one less person I need. pack your bags and get out before i blow up and shout. please don't put me in anymore pain. its bad enough that you don't feel that way. but you broke me anyway.