it was currently 6:24am, the sky was bleak, the streetlights outside were the only light that reflected most, although the sky did have a fare pastel blue. 'Life was divine', as the girl who didn't get much sleep thought. She was the type of girl who was completely rare, but did allow her soul out in the wilderness too quickly. The girl was ashamed of it, she did not seek beauty in her own reflection, due too all the stars whom took advantage of a lost soul as hers, stars who shined and acted as they were for only her, in which, the weren't.
years past, and high school was among, and high school was nothing she had experienced. She wondering too herself 'will I tend to find love, or will it find me'. Love was always a thought that surrounded her imagination, although the pain was a hurt one can't bare too explain, a hurt you'd rather sleep off, a hurt where you'd consume man made products in order too feel happy, or just too ignore the pain that's within.
3 years of high school passed, and the girl found a lover. The kind of lover who'd bring you joy, on a gloomy day. They were perfect, the type of two who you'd wish too become, or the kind of love you'd wish too consume. Life was beautiful for the lost girl. She still felt dirty and she still felt ashamed. The girl was never eligible of loving herself, although the male partly adored every single detail about her, but she always doubted his own words, in which they were perfect but she always thought 'people all are easily replaceable', as she assumed she was the one who was replaced and in the end, the girl easily was.
