Just look at her...

Just look at the way she walks.
The way her designer clothes fit her body just perfectly.
The way she carries herself down the hall, knowing all the boys are staring.
She looks good, and she knows it.
You call her a snob, and say she's a fake.
Never stopping to think, that behind all the beauty...is a broken soul.





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