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I love to see the ethereally gorgeous woman who lives inside the mirror; she tells me I'm just as lethally alluring and beautiful as the Moon, she tells me that she loves me, she tells me that I am kind, angelic, and strangely addicting to look at.
i'm so pretty; it hurts.
After crying for twenty minutes continuously, that one red lip gloss and an Ayesha Erotica song single-handedly have the power to turn me into Adriana fucking Lima lmao