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I have an odd liking
For things like unsweetened tea
A little bitter and burning
But I can't live without it
Along those very same lines
I like the type who don't
Shower me in too many compliments
With an off balance sense of confidence
Too sugary makes me sick
If you aren't burning and fiery and passionate enough
To scorch me
You're cold enough to freeze me
Fortunately I'm not afraid of emotion
Or burning
Or bitterness
I have an odd liking
For things like unsweetened tea

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I know your inner demons whisper to you everyday
That you’re never good enough, your smile is fake, you’re not okay
Listen to me screaming over all the lies they’re telling you,
I know the pain you’re suffering, ‘cause where you are now, I’ve been too
Don’t you ever let your measures get too drastic,
Just remember real beauty isn’t made of plastic

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You can't always get what you want

You won't always want what you get

IT'S WHAT YOU NEED THAT MATTERS

A picture is worth a thousand words.

A word is worth a thousand pictures

Don't add insult to injury

Insult is its own irreparable Injury

WHY DO PEOPLE UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

People who live in stone houses should not throw glass

IF YOU LIVE IN SUCH A DARK COLD AND HARD PLACE (THAT YOU REFER TO AS YOUR MIND) THROWING GLASS (WHICH THE REST OF THE WORLD CALLS SELF-DEPRICATION) IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOUR MIND FOR THE BETTER THE SHARDS WILL SIMPLY SHOWER DOWN AND PIERCE YOU

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All the once upon a time stories that end in happily ever after have the flawless handsome Prince charming who meets the sweetest princess or young maiden who becomes a princess after they marry (typically approximately 12 to 18 hours or so after they meet usually because the sweet young lady was rescued by the Prince because she was singing randomly and dancing around with woodland animals who do her laundry and she fell off of a tower or was attacked by some lady who literally has no job but spends her entire life just being evil for the sake of being evil and yet never starves to death despite the fact that her evil plots never actually allow her to aquire money or food of any sort.)
The girl is always polite
Everyone loves her
She usually has a waistline tinier than a flowerstem
And she sees the good in everyone
She is also gorgeous 100% of the time
Well I am NOT that girl
I can't alwaye be polite and perfect
I can't even be pretty
There are more people that hate me than there are people who can even tolerate me
I'm not the likable easy going type
I don't have a three inch waist (mainly because that is completely insane)
I can't find a way to like every person
I'm the jealous ugly stepsister Anastasia in Cinderella
I'm the wicked witch in the wizard of Oz
I'm the wolf in the three little pigs
I'm the hag in snow white and the seven dwarves
I'm not the princess in the story
But fortunately, I don't need to be because life is not a fairytale
And you don't need to be prince charming
Hell, you don't even need to be anything like the lists I make about what my dream guy should be like
Because really, since when do I know what I actually want?
I certainly am always wrong about what I need
So here's the deal
You love me for me, be loyal, care about me because of my soul first and my looks having nothing to do with it, you give me eternity,
And I promise you the same.
I don't need you to catch me when I fall off a tower
That doesn't really happen much
I need you to catch the little pieces of me when I fall apart because the emotions were all too much
I don't need a happily ever after
And you don't need to be prince charming
Because I am not a princess

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If I were a celebrity...
I would contact all the rest of the female celebrities attending an upcoming red carpet event and try and get everyone including myself to show up without any makeup on at all to display not natural beauty, but a lack of concern for outer beauty to society and the media.

If I were a famous music artist...
I would write songs about imperfections I would write songs to heal people emotionally in the way only music can and get people who enjoy my music to contact me with their stories and meet with them so I can write songs personalized to their story so they can always have a song that they can 100% relate to.

If I were a famous author...
I would write books from the point of view of a girl who is unarguably NOT traditionally physically pretty, not necessarily traditionally ugly, but not particularly pretty (by society's standards and definitions I mean because beauty doesn't have a REAL definition), but my character would be so beautiful inside. I would write about a character who does all the normal things a real person does and not everything in her life would end in happily ever after because in real life, not everything does. She would be a real type of person, she would walk into rooms and forget what she was there for (which I do an embarrassing amount of times in a day) she would occasionally trip down the stairs (and up it too the way I ever so clumsily do) she would hate having uneven hoodie strings, her favorite song would come on all the time on the radio when she pulls into the garage, she would press those little buttons you find on the lids of fast-food drinks and she would always get stuck behind slow-walkers at the mall. I would create a character people can relate to because there are far too many books about perfect beautiful people with perfect lives where things turn out perfectly for them and I’d like to create a role model of a character who is not perfect.

If I were someone who could reach millions of people with my words, I would want to do so much. But I am just me, and my words cannot influence the whole world. I can’t change society, I am so small in our big, big world I don’t have a voice. I hope those who have a voice use it well.

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I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

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Remind me again,
why did you leave?

Was it my age?
My disease?
My poison?
My greed?

Remind me again,
why did you leave?

Was it my height?
My stupidity?
My dress size?
My poverty?

Remind me again,
why did you leave?

Was it my laugh?
My "inexperience"?
My lack of friends?
My lack of brilliance?

Remind me again,
why did you leave?

Oh right,
You left because
I'm just me,
And that's all I'll ever be.
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