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ashley Nov 2017
Him. It all starts with him.
When I first met him it was just another meaningless introduction to a stranger. No other thoughts rose about him, not even remberance of his eye color.
When being around him once again I remember slowly noticing him, seeing him. I firsted noticed his sense of humor, making me laugh, forgetting things for a moment that were once consuming. He seemed to have little to no cares, which to me was a breath of fresh air.
Oh my, this is when it started. Like a tornado that just touched down, I was a goner. More and more time we spent I felt myself growing attached, but being me I thought this has to pass. My guard can’t come down, just to be built back up from the ground. But like a great warrior, he broke through that barrier. Deeper and deeper to this day I fall for him. ill go on this little journey I didn’t expect, I still hope tho this warrior I let in gives me no regrets.
ashley Nov 2017
twisted my personality can be, conflicted is how I describe me. live on, carry on, don't choose what is wrong, I know I can describe and be the definition of strong. I can make you smile even if it means changing what I know for awhile, no one understands I am always on trial. the judge is me, jail is this miscellaneous mind that consumes me. looking straight in eyes they say always tells if your telling lies, when you look away, trust me this feeling I wish I could sway. but when I look away understand I can never keep my head high. speaking of high I seem to look for things to keep my mind mine. as confusing as it seems In dangerous things I find me. A sober mind keeps you going, a mind messed with, with illusions and views and confusion can cause you to love a hallucinogen. I will never understand what I am doing. so dont try to see or try to understand what you are viewing. my actions can be confusing.

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