Makeup is my best friend
It makes me pretty
because I'm not already
I'm not
I cover the marks
you can't see them
you could before, but now
you can't
I put it on and under my eyes
it makes the brown pop
they didn't before, but now
they do
I put it on my lips
it makes them kissable
although boys wouldn't kiss me
they won't
Makeup is my best friend
it makes me a different person
Because I don't like the real me
I don't
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Blake Gray Imagines
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