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poster yourself
The brush glides across my face. I feel the colour seeping into my soul; I can be whatever I want to be. Whether that means painting on a face that’s not mine that disguises me and makes me blend in. Or I can use the bold yellows, reds and blues, to stand out and not fit in. I am a chameleon. Make up is my camouflage.
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