To The Beauty.

One...

Nothing.

Two...

Nothing.

Three, four, five, six.

I had to stop on five-teen.

It hurts, but the voice in my head told me to go on if i want to be pretty.

Thirty before going for smoke, thirty after.

Simple as that.

Voice told me to be pretty for people i admire, so maybe someday they will notice me.

WHO?