I could describe This Girl with the features of a super model, but I would be lying.
To your brains you will probably think of her as a beautiful goddess or someone you wish you looked like.
So I will tell you of her flaws, because really, you always notice someone's flaws before you see their perfections.
Her hair is limp and slightly oily hanging past her shoulders. The colour no longer as vivid as the day it was dyed, purple.
I'm not going to bullshit you and tell you how her eyes were a sparkling green or a pool of mesmerising blue, because their not. They are brown, not with gold flecks, but with the deepness and eeriness of being dead inside.
Her stomach was not as flat as she wanted it.
Her nose crooked and her eyes too big and slightly too far apart.
She dressed in tops that were always way too big, considering they usually were a men's large, but that's how she liked it.
Her feet were too small compared to her height and her big toe was crooked, just like that one bottom tooth.
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شِعر"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
