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Beautiful in My Own Way
What do we call beauty? Are you beautiful because you are a size 0 and are 5'9 feet tall with blond hair and blue eyes and big breasted? Are you beautiful for your long soft leg?
When we were little we plan what we want to happen in our life. But guess what the unexpected thing happen we run out of time. Once were gone we can never come back.
The Perfect Kiss
The Perfect kiss I've always imagined that would come true.The way you would look at me that made my heart begin to pounce so hard that it feels as if it might explode.
Immoral Enchanting Secrets
Into the world I enter this detestable repulsive world. It so exquisite at so much I seek in this world the abhorrence humanity has against each other. You may think I am a psycho or mental but to me I am more normal than you may think I actually am. The name is Mai Honokaa Hitsugaya I am 15 years old mortal girl that walks alone in this world. I am among the dead that penetrate in my soul the awful feeling I have. I seek revenge on all the teasing I have receive from people cause I am not the way they want me to be. My appearance very somber that frightens people away ha-ha that always keeps a grin on my face when I have thought of what I shall do to them people just give me an excitement in my body. Do You think I am so mad of course you think I am? I have a disguise that I show in this world. I change my appearance to hide secrets I have hidden among those who think they are close to me. Ha I laugh in despair I laugh as my cold blacken hearts is so warming it might just frighten you. The grief when the only person I have cared about in this is forever gone and now immortal. I have had cuts all over my body to take my pain away but do you think it heals you tell me. When I wept I wept blood and just keep laughing.
I laugh, I smile; to hide the pain. You know I have loved you and always will. You'll always be in my heart that you have broken and wounded looking a hot mess. I try to laugh the pain away wont heal so much memory of you that keep coming back to me.
Not red of romance: But black of darkness The Black rose you held tighty griping it stem close to your chest The thorn poking you with it prickly thorn Getting secure from the black rose but have this loliness in you
Run Run Run Running for my life In the dark someone chasing me with a knife. Linger in the door way as alarm clock screaming monster coming my way
You say you love me but why are you trying to change me. If you do love me you would want me to be myself not someone else. But I realized you love me the way you wanted me to be. I came back to my senses.
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Beautiful in My Own Way
What do we call beauty?
Are you beautiful because you are a size 0 and are 5'9 feet tall with blond hair and blue eyes and big breasted?
Are you beautiful for your long soft leg?
Are you beautiful because your hair drops to your waist?
To the world that is what we picture when we talk about beauty.
To me I am not beautiful; But I am exquisite.
I may not have pale skin or light skin; But I love my golden fair skin.
I may not have blue, green or even gray eyes; But I love my dark brown eyes that I used to see upon the world.
I may not be extremely skinny; But I love...