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Getting old

There is this thought that comes in my head
You are beautiful now
One day you will get old
You will not shine at your reflection at the door of the shop

And it makes me want to sleep with boys
And it makes me want to catch time
Because one day I will be old
And my red lipstick will not look well on my soft lips.
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