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In another life, I would not be the girl I am today. I would not be too pale too freckley too fat too awkward too lonely too quiet too much of a pushover too oily too pimpley too plain. In another life I imagine myself as a silent assassin. With power and might; I glide the rooftops and dominate the night. In another life I am a sassy bad girl. I'd pop off in seconds, and attack with cunning skill, so that none would mess with me, unless they'd want to get killed. In another life I am a thin and hollow body, a nameless maiden who roams halls of white tile. Donned in a buckled down white jacket that crosses at the arms so I constantly get to hug myself. In another life I am not the girl I am today. I would be someone, with a story worth telling.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
Another Life
In another life, I would not be the girl I am today. I would not be too pale too freckley too fat too awkward too lonely too quiet too much of a pushover too oily too pimpley too plain. In another life I imagine myself as a silent assassin. With power and might; I glide the rooftops and dominate the night. In another life I am a sassy bad girl. I'd pop off in seconds, and attack with cunning skill, so that none would mess with me, unless they'd want to get killed. In another life I am a thin and hollow body, a nameless maiden who roams halls of white tile. Donned in a buckled down white jacket that crosses at the arms so I constantly get to hug myself. In another life I am not the girl I am today. I would be someone, with a story worth telling.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
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