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A princess is as she should be, With grace and charm abound.. Chin held high at every spree, Everyday a new look found.. Imprisoned in this identity, A girl with zeal resides..
We hadn't been walking long before a light came into view. The sight of it excited me. The thought of shelter brought warmth to me but, of course, there wasn't shelter. It was just a campfire.
I am just a green man looking for a goddess. I am just a blue man trying to sing the whites. I am just a gray man working in the shadows. I am just a pink man exposed in the night.
Stole My Heart Chapter 15 - Harry's hand pushes the menu out of my hands stopping me from fiddling with it, "You seriously aren't yourself." Harry says holding my hands in his, I sigh not...
I'm starting off at writing short pieces like this which may even lead up to longer ones, I apologise for it not all being as well written as some of those that are here on Opuss but I did my best...
My name is Rebeca and I am an orphan, I live in Alexander Care which really sucks, I was sent here when I was one month old, even longer than anyone who's still here.
I had grown happy, being obnoxious. Pushing people around like a owned the place. It took my mind off of the fact that I knew nothing about myself. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. A gunshot.
Tears aside, I got up from my knees and decided to venture out of the alley. I need to get a grip, just because I don't know who I am doesn't mean I am a wuss. Food.
Chapter 2. Fake or real Mum and Dad. I slowly opened the door and crept downstairs into the living room. Lucas was sitting on one of the black velvet sofas: crying.