The taste of salt on my lips.
Mascara running down my cheeks.
Eyes blurry from the tears.
All over a boy who didn’t ruin my lipstick.
He managed to ruin my makeup.
-H.S
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The taste of salt on my lips.
Mascara running down my cheeks.
Eyes blurry from the tears.
All over a boy who didn’t ruin my lipstick.
He managed to ruin my makeup.
-H.S