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there once was a girl with beautiful sad blue eyes she wrote stories about the moon and the twinkling stars above because they were a million miles away and no one could ever touch these things in the sky were so vulnerable yet untouchable, innocent she sang little melodies about people who were so crazy in love she could sing those songs with so much emotion and happiness yet this girl was the one walking around wondering if she could ever know how it felt, the feeling of being in love this girl had her own way of living in this angry big world she saw the beauty in normal things like a smile or a hug but not just in things she saw beauty also in human beings or maybe all of this was just an act.. to hide her own little problems for everyone else, the world maybe the smile that she wore on her face everyday was fake maybe I saw the beauty in everything else because beauty was the one thing I could never find within myself and maybe that is why I got a soft spot for all the broken childeren out there who feel alone or left out because everytime I look into the mirror.. I see a broken child, myself.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
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there once was a girl with beautiful sad blue eyes she wrote stories about the moon and the twinkling stars above because they were a million miles away and no one could ever touch these things in the sky were so vulnerable yet untouchable, innocent she sang little melodies about people who were so crazy in love she could sing those songs with so much emotion and happiness yet this girl was the one walking around wondering if she could ever know how it felt, the feeling of being in love this girl had her own way of living in this angry big world she saw the beauty in normal things like a smile or a hug but not just in things she saw beauty also in human beings or maybe all of this was just an act.. to hide her own little problems for everyone else, the world maybe the smile that she wore on her face everyday was fake maybe I saw the beauty in everything else because beauty was the one thing I could never find within myself and maybe that is why I got a soft spot for all the broken childeren out there who feel alone or left out because everytime I look into the mirror.. I see a broken child, myself.
were is the bottle of ***** when you need it.
BelleVictoria
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
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