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A girl.A girl.
A girl with bright blue eyes.
Who loves the night but is afraid of the dark.
A girl who loves horror stories and sad songs.
A girl who lives for the sun but stays in the rain.
A girl who lives her real life, but plays it like a game.
A girl who has many loves, none of them being requited.
A girl who speaks so many tounges, but none can be understood.
Who speaks with her mind and her heart but some choose not to hear.
Who tries to understand those who sometimes fear.
Who hides her pain and her misery inside.
Who shines so brightly in the light.
Who has a fondness for art, sunflower seeds and poetry.
Who loves to draw, even though she feels like she can't.
Who is insecure, and laughs anyway when a joke is made.
Who is misunderstood, but follows along anyway.
Who has dark auburn hair, shiny glasses and a smile that could dazzle millions.
Who is this girl?
Who speaks her mind?
Who keeps her feelings inside?
....Since you asked.
I am this girl.
This girl is me.
Anniversary (Part 2) Anniversary
Ben woke up on the couch after crying himself to sleep that night. He sat up and sighed.
He sniffled and cried a bit, then got up off the couch, walked upstairs to the attic to go look through his and Nny's old photo's to try and cheer himself up.
He makes his way over to a large trunk with a large heart embroidered onto it and opened it. He pulls a few photographs of him and Nny out, and look over them.
He reaches back into the chest and pulls out a small postcard that looks a little torn, tattered and old. "W-wha..?" He says, then looks it over. It was from eon's ago and it looks like it came from Hawaii
Twelve Moments In The Dead Of Summer1. The sunlight glistens on her wet skin as she's walking towards the beach. He has never seen anything so beautiful in his life and even if the words seem to dry up in his throat, he knows what he is going to do next.
2. It hasn't rained for months now so it only takes a small spark from the cigarette to set the undergrowth on fire. On the first sign of fire they panic and run, never to look back but to remember years later, in nightmares, the crazy old man who lived in the shack nearby and was never seen since.
3. They lay together on the grass, watching the sun slowly go down behind the treeline. He takes her hand, old, wrinkled and frail into his, and whispers: "I would give up everything I have for one more summer like this". She responds: "Darling, you already did that years ago". They burst into giggles, just like the one he was supposed to take her dancing for the first time and got lost on the way, and it seems that all these years haven't changed anything at all.
4. The thorn
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