| ~A one most handsome boy~ |
| And this broken, and battered dead thing is by that of your own hands. ~Myself Spinning diagrams of unknown worldly elements, to my mind are useless, and irrelevant. ~Myself And I'm laying here bleeding, like a single cherry ground up against the pavement because you didn't want the best of what there was. ~Myself And the hatred at my core for him is like that of a deadly black widow, spinning silky traps of doubt around your place in my heart. ~Myself |

| You wouldn't think much of it by looking at me. I'm smaller with a tiny petite face. I was cursed with curves, a short neck, and the knees of a sixty four year old. I own a pair of blue grey eyes just like every other girl you'll ever meet, and small hands with nervous teeth marks in place of acrylic painted finger nails. I have light hazel brown hair that brushes my shoulders which I punish into flat obedience on a daily basis for being so unruly. I have never been called beautiful. |
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