The voice

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With quivering hands, she brushed her cheeks into a false pink.
“Now you don't look so pale,” said the voice.
A stick of eyeliner drew dark rims around her eyes.
“You look tired otherwise,” the voice continued.
Sticky gloss in a tube stained her mouth with shine.
“Maybe it will make a boy want to kiss you,” suggested the voice.
She stared and stared,
but all she saw was a painted face behind a cold glass mirror.
Painted false, painted plastic.
The voice simply cackled and said, “they like you better this way.”





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