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Life as a pj

I don’t really comb my hair
there’s actually no one who would care
I also hardly ever shave my legs
I’d rather enjoy standing in the jets
My mascara slowly starts to gather dust
and my make-up feels thats truly just
I only choose comfy at-home-wear
and my jeans feel tight, I swear
My hair needs to be cut like, a lot
so all I do is bundle it in a knot
And really, I can not seem to care
coz I never go where it matters … there!

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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