There Are.....(Part One)

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Children of Zeus who cry themselves to sleep. Who love wearing beautiful dresses. Who giggle at puppies and hate competitions. Who are total nerds and love gaming. Who dress in bright hues. Who get so drawn into scary movies that they scream at every turn. Who carefully save money. Who secretly love classical music. Who could spend all day outside. Who obsess over Broadway. Who fall in love at first glance or who scoff at the very idea of love. Who don't have black hair or blue eyes. They're always unique and some might doubt them, but deep down, they will always know that they are children of Zeus.

Children of Hades who love the sun. Who hate their heritage. Who are always the center of attention. Who hate to be the focus. Who stay up all night drawing. Who dress up for no reason at all. Who doodle artistic designs in themselves. Who are soft and gentle and aren't fighters. Who play strange obscure instruments. Who read romance books. Who are sweet and joyful. Who have super mainstream music tastes. Who stay up till 2:00AM doing nothing. Who aren't depressed and melancholy. Who hate the underground. Who don't have dark hair or brown eyes. Each one is odd and they know it, but they are still the children of Hades.

Children of Poseidon who hide from a fight. Who love nature with all their hearts.  Who love the stars. Who wonder how the universe was made. Who aren't sassy. Who know when they've met their match. Who imagine what love will be like. Who laugh at themselves and their mistakes. Who have tons of friends, but only a few best friends. Who plant gardens and listen to birds sing. Who are absolutely terrible at sports. Who don't have black hair or green eyes. There aren't many of them and they're all unique in separate ways, but they are all certain of their heritage: the Children of Poseidon.

Children of Demeter who hold life-long grudges. Who are terrible at cooking. Who are easily provoked and love fighting. Who love rap music. Who could name the most obscure Indonesian plants. Who love the darkness of the night. Who have been hardened by circumstance. Who are sassy and love a good banter. Who are wonderful listeners. Who stare at the ceiling and feel the urge to cry but never do. Who love wearing black. Who hate getting their hands dirty. Who don't have brown hair or green eyes. They are each interesting in their own ways, and they will forever know and accept each other as children of Demeter.

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