I wake up everymorning and discover reasons to love the woman looking back at me.
I love that this women is funny.
I love that she is smart.
I love that she is charming
I love that she never takes no as an answer
I love that she is a ***** because "******* get **** done"
But there is one thing that I know she can not stand anymore...
the blemishes on her face that make her believe she is ugly.
The scars and imperfections make her feel as if she is not ment to be looked upon as beautiful or flawless.
She blame no one but herself.

Coffee
They tell me that coffee will **** me one day. Till that day it will always be the most satisfying thing in the world.

I have a mindset that could **** a million protesters.
The words that flooded out my mouth would drown all of the pro and pro.
We would become above the level pro.
Our choices would become master.
If I chose to ****** a mistake please allow me. Who are you to tell me what to do with my body.
Am I ignorant for wanting to live if it mean to ****.
I'm sure you have killed something in your life aswell.
R.I.P a nice girl