I have always aimed to be wild flowers beautiful, though I have been tossed to the status quo to rot and had Barbie doll beautiful branded on my forehead. Do I look like a Barbie doll to you? Can the arch of my eyebrows, the gleam of my eyes, the curls of hair at the nape of my neck, my ribs that can never seem to stick out far enough or that stick out too far possibly be compared to a piece of plastic?
Can you possibly compare me to a piece of plastic?
If you can possibly imagine doing so, I'm inclined to simply call you a hypocrite, though in my seemingly endless ramblings I have made it abundantly clear that we are all, in fact, hypocrites. However, I can't fathom how you can fear the monster you've created with good conscience. I know many who fear you with good conscience and I pity them-Though, given that I am a hypocrite, and a pretentious one at that, I pity myself as well... But know that I accept the fact that my problems are small.
p.s. my problems, though small, feel like the universe, and I ache for love so badly sometimes I can't breathe.
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letters to god
Short StoryI would like to label these as midnight ramblings and pleas from a girl who is too heartbroken to realize that she was never supposed to have a heart, but it feels like so much more. Also, God doesn't listen to the likes of me much anymore, so I`m s...
