Why do I smile
When you say that I'm pretty?
It milks me of my
integrity
It rapes me of my
strength
I can see the irony
When you steal that smile from me
It's what makes me not
so pretty after all
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About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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