you can tell by the scars on my heart and the bruises and the cuts that im not the carefullest of girls. You can tell by the way i dress and the way i look that im not the most normal girl you will ever see...I mean look.at.me. im no hotshot. im not a makeup diva. not much of a barbie girl. but im fun to be around. you can tell by the way, that my eyes wonder around im not the most focused of people and you can sure as hell tell that im not the calmest of creatures you will ever examine, by the way that my hands quiver and the way that my toes wiggle. but take another look and you will see...that im the best forsaken girl you will ever meet.
-Forsaken Juliet!
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