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If only Beauty weren't capitalized in my vocabulary.
But it is...
And I can't change it. :/
I wish my goal wasn't to be pretty, but... it is. I hope one day I achieve it, considering how much time I've wasted trying.
My eyes glance down at the empty page
No words come to me
My hands shake
I can't disappoint
But I have no inspiration
The light bulb is dark above my head
I can't think
I can't write
Until I am again
Inspired
Writer's block.
You know what kind of guy I want?
Preferably a guy in high school
A guy who's only hobbies don't include
drinking and smoking and getting high
who hasn't fallen into that trap
and I mean really, that's so f!cking mainstream
but those are more prerequisites I guess
The REAL type of guy I want
is a guy who breaks down my walls
because honestly
I have never let a guy in
and told him my secrets
and I never will, immediately
but a guy who keeps pushing
kindly and politely,
but manages to break down my walls.
entirely.
enough for me to show him my darker side.
because not everyone realizes I have one
but for a boy
to actually succeed in breaking down
the walls I always put up.

too bad that will never happen.
after all, why would they care enough
to even try.
idk.
Winter frost whispers
Ice tracing the window pane
Shimmering silence
I suppose it's beautiful in some way...nope. I still hate winter.
***! You are SO pretty! It's too bad you're a massive ***** and step on other people to get yourself to the top not caring how horrible you make everyone feel.
I kinda hate a lot of people for being awful people.
How could you have stopped my fall if you were the one who pushed me.
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