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When Naomi meets, Imogene, everything she knows is turned topsy-turvy when the happy-go-lucky, friend-to-everyone wants to help Naomi with her "proble..
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When Naomi meets, Imogene, everything she knows is turned topsy-turvy when the happy-go-lucky, friend-to-everyone wants to help Naomi with her "proble..
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Why do I wear makeup every day? Why do I worry so much about what people think of me? Because I'm not me without it.
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You play games.
All kinds of games.
Video games, board games.
And head games, too.
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These hands.
My hands.
Wicked, wicked hands.
My hands.
The devil's hands.
Evil, evil hands.
Skin-on-skin contact
Is supposed to be intimate..
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Her eyes tell tales.
Her arms tell tales.
Her smile hides the pain.
Her body is covered,
From head to foot,
In scars.
Wounds.
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There it sits,
That lonely doll.
Upon the shelf,
Where it belongs.
There she lays,
Beneath the ground,
As the tears
Roll down their faces.
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Listen to me.
The end of the world?
I think not.
What I see?
A world of hypocrites
Who can't wait to tear apart the weaker.
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Just another rich white girl with Daddy issues?
No.
Stop.
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Let's play a game.
A roleplaying game.
I will be the one who stands above everyone,
My nose high in the air.
You can be the one who crawls on ..
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