She's perfect, I swear. She's not the stereotypical perfect. She's not graceful. She's not blonde with blue eyes. She not popular. She doesn't know how to fit in. But she has beautiful auburn hair that glows in the sunset. She will do anything to see you smile, and makes the best jokes. Her laugh involves a cute little snort. She's not tall and graceful, she's small and adorable. She's not stick thin, but she's got curves in all the right places. She's got perfect grades because instead of going out she stays in and studies. I love her. She says she loves me too. But, she doesn't. Not in the same way.
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Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
