The wind was strong and bone chilling.
It used to chill Annabelle to her freezing and naked heart.
This time of the year though her heart was dressed in an anorak and a scarf.
Annabelle held the hand of the person that had warmed her heart.
The only person that stopped her from crumbling.
She still cried for her brother.
Still had the weight of feeding her brothers wife and her niece.
Still hated her hair.
Still hated her skin.
Still hated her lips.
Still hated her body.
But she had someone who's hair she adored.
Someone who's skin she adored.
Someone who's lips she adored.
someone who's body she adored.
And someone who adored her back.
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colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]
NouvellesWe all come in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yet, white describes the only color society accepts, brown is cursed and judged, black is deemed, pink represents the innocence society is so obsessed with. Another unhealthy obsession a...
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