She looked outside where it was gray and dreary cloudy and about to rain what a fitting day for a girl who was lost in her own storm and couldn't find her way
Why is it that being childish is always discouraged why can't people embrace the child inside them why can't people just see the magic around them like a child does why can't people love a the little things of this world
When she looked at her reflection all she could do was poke and **** pick apart her Beauty she couldn't help but stare at the vast imperfections to her the beauty was hidden beneath a mask of doubts and anxiety