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Long hair, Big eyes. Fake smiles, Living lies. Funny jokes, Rude remarks. "Swag" walk, Leaving sparks. Hollister, New iPhone. Lipstick, Girly tone. Make-up, Fake tan. Has a boy, Wants a man.
I have no personality. I can become whatever you want me to be. Mold me, shape me, Whatever you desire. I can be water, soil, or fire. If you need support, I'll be your own cheerleader.
My own body is not owned by me. Yes, you heard that right indeed. See, I borrowed this here body. The reason unknown. Except good luck flew. Right out the window. I got kinda trapped.
Hey nice to meet you, What's your name. I don't mean to be rude, But we look exactly the same. Same strawberry blonde hair, Pale skin and Blue eyes, Freckled cheeks, You look at me with surprise.
Looking at the mirror but not sure who do I see Is it me in the past, the future or just this me.
He's already read the pages of his history. Attempts at living fiction turn to mystery. You can see it in the eyes, it's the same sad story. Everything's the same in his inventory.
Up till this very moment my life was exactly what I didn't want. It was chaotic, crazy, boring and at times not even mine.
Confidence can come and confidence can go. Is it a coincidence that we are not shown. A. Fenced icon*. Is what you are now. Your beauty used up by the friends you thought sound. A.
I look nothing like her. the girl on the Christmas card. smiling next to my sister. smiling next to my brother. that isn't me. it is. but not the real me. I don't know her. I don't know what I think.
Pale skin and light blue eyes. Dark circles beneath from all the lies. Blonde hair so withered it's dead too. You'd never guess that she is you. Look in the mirror and you stare back.
I was Wiped. I did something bad. Now my name is Caroline. And I'm about to do something bad again. It was morning. I'd forgotten how much I liked morning.
She sighed and continued toking on her cigarette. Once again she had failed to even reach 200,000 on a game where her friends brag about reaching 10 million.
Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a life.
{A short story - a random idea!} I must have done something bad. That's why people are Wiped. I woke in the hospital, staring up at a blank ceiling. Sitting in a blank room. My mind. Blank.
I look into the mirror, Who is that looking back at me. I certainly don't recognise them, Deep blue eyes that stare into mine make me feel nervous.
Preface: You know those people. The ones that wear the white face paint and, black and white striped shirts. The ones who look mental since there seems to be a staircase in the middle of no...
My values and plans themselves do not scare me. No, what scares me is that they are exactly what is expected out of me.
Some nights I dream I'm someone else, Someone with confidence, Someone with millions of friends, Someone that looks perfect in every way, Someone who everyone knows and likes, Someone who doesn't get...
Put on the dress, Pick out the mask. Keeping the act Is a hard task. Welcome to Facade, It's all a masquerade. Is this worth it all, The price that you have paid.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, in the wrong bed. His arms held me tight to his body and I bit my knuckle to refrain from sobbing and waking him up. I really didn't want to wake him up.
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