This is the story of a person who is and tries to be. This is my story according to run-on sentences and comma splices. To Love and To Stab. Is there anything worse than to love and be betrayed? Betrayed not by the beloved, but by a friend. It is treachery at its finest and nothing. But treason at its best. And there goes loving and stabbing,.

Motivation, Poetry, Scribbled Thoughts. It was not the teal on my walls. Or the colour of my ripped denim jeans either. On a sunny morning hither. Was it the colour of my hair, a midnight blue? Oh, if only I had ever dared to. I wondered if it was the arctic blue orbs that pulled you further. Only to be lost in an icy lake with a storm brewing over. No, this was a blue that I felt from within. A blue that everybody acknowledges. Unique as they are,.

Le bonheur maintenant, je sais que ça existe. Celle qui arrive à faire croire aux autres que tout va bien. Oui, je serai toujours ce genre de fille.

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