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Nyssa Oct 2018
When she was younger
all she wanted to be
was a model.

But as she grew up
she was told
that she wasn't pretty enough.

Maybe one day she can be the photographer.
Nyssa Oct 2018
It's 11pm and I'm walking down those well lit streets.
I'm not sure where I'm going, I'm not sure where i want to be.
I just know that where I'm going will feel better then where i was before.
Nyssa Oct 2018
10 000 miles away, on a hot summer day
with the wind in the air he had not but a care.

Fingers running down his cheek, itching and scratching till her scent was off him.

Now he wonders why she loved him, tries to crack inside her mind at all of her thoughts wondering.  

Does she care? Does she think about me? Does she fall in love with every boy she meets.

Not every boy but more then a few, every time turning her blue.  

She’s held up by strings and each boy cuts them, did you make her feel like she could float again?
Nyssa Oct 2018
Love isn’t real you say, while choking on the pain you tried to fade away.

Why are we raised in a way that only certain love is okay.

Why are we told that when we are old, that love is the main thing that we should hold.

You must fall in love, but god forbid you love someone with the same parts as you or a different view.

We are bound in a way that we think marrying off children is okay but if your a man with another man you shall not lay.

Love is the strongest feeling, ‘tis not fake. But love is still real if your lover is of a different race.

— The End —