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Green dances like waves around her wide pupils, eyes lashes like curved feathers graze the top of her eyelid. Flaming orange spirals from her beautiful mind down to the end of her back. A canvas Her face resembled as the flecks of freckles formed a gorgeous piece art. Her body was as though it was sculptured carefully to put on display in greek goddess section of the museum Sadly it wasn't Instead her body was forcefully abused and harmed as it wasn't societys shallow idea of beauty She wasn't tan She wasn't blonde or brunette Just a pale ginger. She considered herself to be hideous She became weak Vunerable Easy It wasn't her fault She needed the money She lacked self esteem And so selling her body gave her the worth and attention she never had. Beaten Hurt ***** Her life was gone The green waves in her eyes stop dancing The lashes were now harsh lumps of dried mascara Her beautiful hair was bleached blonde, frayed and cut. And her body was now just another puppet to an old mans torture.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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Green dances like waves around her wide pupils, eyes lashes like curved feathers graze the top of her eyelid. Flaming orange spirals from her beautiful mind down to the end of her back. A canvas Her face resembled as the flecks of freckles formed a gorgeous piece art. Her body was as though it was sculptured carefully to put on display in greek goddess section of the museum Sadly it wasn't Instead her body was forcefully abused and harmed as it wasn't societys shallow idea of beauty She wasn't tan She wasn't blonde or brunette Just a pale ginger. She considered herself to be hideous She became weak Vunerable Easy It wasn't her fault She needed the money She lacked self esteem And so selling her body gave her the worth and attention she never had. Beaten Hurt ***** Her life was gone The green waves in her eyes stop dancing The lashes were now harsh lumps of dried mascara Her beautiful hair was bleached blonde, frayed and cut. And her body was now just another puppet to an old mans torture.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
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