Picture FramedInstead of living the life I used, I'm painted in a portrait.With a lovely little frame, To form what protects my inner canvas.A wall of glass, protecting my frail paint. I Used to live in a Grand Hall... It sparkled from ceiling to the golden floor.But now i'm nothing but a dusty fiction. My frame bronzed with dust and cursed dreamsOf getting out of that frame... My protective glass has shatteredLeaving me with cuts and tears, Not all visable.. but still there... My paint is peeling.. and fading into my canvas... Becoming the same stained white..I am lost in a dark hole..I am forever forgotten..Once upon a time.. I lived in a hall filled with laughter and c
Dear someone 1Dear Someone... This is... Not my idea of writing, but I got bribed into doing this.. thing...So...he got the idea from somewhere.. i have no idea what made him think of this.. but naturally as I was some how included in this stupid conversation during Art Advisory...I got pulled into it.. naturally... I have NO idea what i'm supposed to be writing about. I turn 17 in a few months?My favorite subject is art (and english, duh...) So.. my friend just asked me what's wrong. His name is John, i've used him in a story because it pisses him off ( I also have a child in sims named after him.. he'd KILL me if he ever found out..) He's a something degree black belt in Ninjitsu...he's 18 and .. kinda intimidating? I guess? But yeah.. he just asked me what was wrong for no apparent reason what so ever. Uhmm..... My favorite color is blue?.. I love nap time? .. I hate my family? I secretly have a crush on my laptop. uh.. what ele's do people
but it needs to be seennot mine...She's emo? You'd cut too, if you've been through what she has.She's anorexic? You'd be too, if everyone called you fat everyday.She's a whore? She made one mistake that cost her, her reputation.She's a showoff? Her parents abused her, & she's never heard of praise.She's loud? She's invisible at home, & she wants to be heard.She's quiet? She's afraid to speak, because she's scared to get made fun of.She's fat? She binges, because she misses her dead brother.She's a geek? She wants to get into college, so she can support her poverty ridden family.She doesn't wear abrecrombie? Her parents have been out of work for months, clothes aren't her top priority if she can't even afford food.She's ugly? Tell me, what is the definition of beauty? Who are you to judge them? You know their name, not their story.Repost if you're against bullying.
Sometimes..Sometimes.. Promises can't be kept (let them go)Sometimes You can't forgive. So live to forgetMost of the time We loose sight in what makes us happy..Most of the time I'm alone... (but i'll keep trying!)But now... I don't want to go on...But now..... I just want sleep to come. Then.. i'll be with you..]And tomarrow.. i'll be without you.
Honey and Clover ---------- Introduction.-------------------- Honey and Clover That summer always reminds me of sharing sweet honey and looking for four leaf clovers. I remember because I shared that summer with you. It started in the lower shopping and market place district of A'zen. I was browsing the streets and stalls looking for something that would catch my eye...
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