talk to the mirror, choke back tears. and keep telling yourself that "i'm a diva!" oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin. i am the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it. because you say so under your breath. you're reading lips "when did she get at all confident?"
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