Somedays I picture my life as a piece of paper. I don't want someone painting and drawing my life for me. I want to splatter as much paint as possible, for myself. -Myself
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I looked down at my white dress, Today was the day, Today was the day I was going to get married. I wasn't jumping for joy, I was whimpering and shaking. I didn't want to get married. Not now, not ever. I wanted to scream at my parents for making me do this. Instead I allowed my dad to grab my arm in a death grip and drag me down aisle. I looked at the man in front of me. Handsome, but I knew that was just a disguise. Inside he was a world-class jerk. I definetly didn't want my lips touching that and that touching me. When the priest asked me to say I do, I took a long hard look at the man infront of me. I then knew my answer. "No," I said and dashed out the church. Today was the first day of my new life. And boy was I going to enjoy it. (This will be a story at some point)
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PoetryThese are all quotes by myself (mostly). There will also short stories thrown in the mix! Please give me a bit of credit for my words, they are mine after all. So I hope you enjoy my little book. #264 Poetry #607 Short Story 8/22/14
