shes got a big home that houses her big clothes and a diary filled with more wants than accomplishments. all she owns is branded and she doesn't speak anything but label. she'll label you, her shoes and the boy next door, because this is what she is good at. she's graduating from Technology High and she's on the brink, she's fried. Punch drunk in love with the sky, she infatuated with molecules that look in her direction. She's got a degree from YouTube and an education in daycare. relating to kids because shes the biggest kid of all. bedazzled life and a vision of rose, glasses don't fit her sizable face and her judgmental attitude so we drop the colour into her eyes. she is mystified by all that is phony, she cant grasp just how plastic she is. shiny and not because of her dollar bill product, shiny because her lies are leaping out of her skin. fake ass bitch with nothing to loose, fake as bitch with nothing to gain, a big fake bitch with the world at her disposal and she chooses to swim down the child's aisle. pedophile, you'd think but nah she just fears the world and the world wants nothing to do with this fake ass bitch.
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