Notice of absence from WhispersFromTheAbyss
Sorry I usually forget about this website as I used to own and use it on a laptop. As you can see it's been almost three years so who knows when the next time I ghost 😁👻 hope y'all understand mental health is a thing and needs tending without internet.
Sorry I usually forget about this website as I used to own and use it on a laptop. As you can see it's been almost three years so who knows when the next time I ghost 😁👻 hope y'all understand mental health is a thing and needs tending without internet.
First the primer, then foundation, concealer, setting powder, bronzer, and highlighter. It's not complete yet though; three eyeshadows blended with eyeliner, mascara, and if you're feeling confident enough, lashes. You put on the lipgloss for a final touch and take a good look in the mirror... You don't smile or giggle, yes you spent 3hrs of your morning doing it to as close to perfection as possible, and it looks amazing. You don't smile because you're behind closed doors and nobody knows that it's a mask...
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Author:
Fae (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2025 09:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I've always been told I look beautiful with or without make up, but when I have the make up on it's for a reason...
- Category: Sad
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A daily ritual many thousands of people go through daily, preparing the protective mask before they can face the world, well written write.
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