flash there goes the camera again. Capturing the image of this little girl trapped inside of the body of:
an addict, a liar, an anorexic- yet a lover, a hater of self.
She poses, practices facial expressions- gives them the look that they want.
She's good at that.
Her lips pout, her eyelashes flutter, her smirk lingers- but it's all from practice.
Her fragile body makes the angles they want, they crave for
gives them the curves that men die for...
arms back, chest out, back arched- suck it in...
She creates a mirage with her visage.
So used to giving the people what they want- has she lost her mind?
lost herself...in a matter of time
The one thing that holds true are her eyes, once shades of blues, greens, aquas- so bright.
Now grey almost, yet screaming to tell her story.
Look close at any of her pictures... her eyes are what make her
they are the gateway to her soul...
merely lost, whirling, spinning out of control and into the unknown.
Take a peek...
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