"I'm not a good person."
I'm not honest. I'm not truthful. I hurt people.
My words, purposely or without any intention, pierce through that someone's heart and ends up breaking it, hence ending all the trust that person had cherished in their heart.
I've thought evil for people, I've said evil to people.
A good person is that who possesses innocence in their minds, kindness in their hearts. Pure like a flower.
I'm filthy. Dirty. Pure embodiment of hatred. A reason for people to cringe. To ruin their day.
"Oh, I'm gonna mess this up, oh, this is just my luck."
"Everything is actually a mess."
"I'm a shut up sit down."
Pure as a flower? I'm as raw as a destructive volcano.
"I'm nobody."
A/N: This is nothing serious, it's just continuation for Part 1.
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Histoires Courtes
General Fiction"Musings and stories of an ordinary girl, who's just trying to sum up her infinite stream of thoughts into small little miracles."
