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The make-up that I put on doesn’t enhance my beauty. Nor does it make me look pretty.

My make-up hides my true feelings. If it looks good no one can see that I was crying the day before. No one can see the dark circles because of the restless nights that have taken over. No one can see that I cried myself to sleep. No one can see that I truly believe that my depression has conquered my life.

With my make-up on.. No one can see the real me..