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Beautiful and delicate, like the petals of a rose, yet hard and cold, just like a stone. Worn out, scratched and bruised I am, the face hidden inside a dark shroud;
Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly, Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone. All these titles all these labels
To have an impact on people,
I write toRelease the shameI write toLet you know I feel your painI write fromThe shadows behind closed doorsI write so
I come from everywhere, and everywhere is where I am from. But can I eat the whole cookie without leaving a crumb? I am my mother and my father put into one. My favorite color is purple and everyday I run.
I am sad I am happy
Counselor: How bout we start by you telling be about yourself ME: *sigh* So where do it start?
To be heard i
I’m not charismatic Beautiful
My pen tends to be my best friend because it does what I say No matter what, no need to portray something fake and write what I didn't. Get it? My hand writes faster than 20 hummingbirds so watch closely