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Pretty Myself Up

Spent 2 hours on this here hair of mine. PERFECT.... Not a hair out of place. Curly long lashes, blush, liner, and lipstick, accentuating the contours of my face. Oh... then there's the baddest outfit money can buy and yes shoes to match... with heels so high. "Man" you can't tell me I ain't fine Yea I see you lookin wishing I would call you mine Pretty on the surface....LOOK DEEPER But this is just the outer me the shell I make up and cloth My inside is what you cannot see for it is not that bold. The inner me likes to lounge around in my pj's and eat chips as crumbs hit my lap. Leaving them there asleep I fall, zzzzzz!!!!! A much needed nap I dream freely and comfortably, looking different from head to toe Just a cute lil outfit, and a sexy, sassy fro. This is the real me, you just don't know. All natural face clear of stores make-up and shine my profile without these extra's makes me more beautiful and divine. My heart and soul caring, loving and kind well seen by others when given the time. So to pretty myself up, sure... I dress up the outer me. But my real beauty lies deeper only with your heart you will see. PRAYER MEDITATION AND A WARM LOVING SOUL. Is how I pretty myself up daily.

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