Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and re — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and re — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and re — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and re — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and re — Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
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Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

— Katlyn Charlesworth, The Beauty Mark
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