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Praise my immaculate skin complexion. |
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Cherish these symmetrical features. |
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I maintain my poise on this pedestal. |
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If looks could kill, my charms would scatter faceless dead bodies everywhere. |
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Like an over-exposed medallion hanging around my neck, ostentation glitters. |
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Perfect visibility is an asset. |
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I reach for its crown. |
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Disseminated black roses follow my every step. |
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A mirror's reflection is so soothing. |
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A stunning self-portrait reveals itself. |
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Immortalize this flawless creation. |
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Each step feels like a stroll on the red carpet. |
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Perfect visibility is an asset, a coronation. |
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Modesty can only reduce one's pride to ashes. |
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My chin points towards a grey sky: superiority. |
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I only look down on other beings: inferiority. |
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Immaculate. |
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The annihilation of every larvae would not sadden me. |
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Immaculate. |
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My contempt for the living elevates my one true love to a higher rank. |
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Diminish a hero to embellish my dignity. |
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Perfect visibility is an asset, a crown held up high. |
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I will sit alone on my throne. |
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I will sit alone on my throne. |
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I will sit alone on my throne. |
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I will sit alone on my throne. |
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Secluded. |