Red lipstick and black mascara.
A blond and her name was sara.
Many knew her but only few got her.
Few knew her and many got her.
She was like a cheap diamond.
Thrown from one hand to another.
Her parents never loved each other.
So what do you expect from someone who was hated by her own mother?
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Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
