Clear Reflection

Clear Reflection

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 20, 2014
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Paranormal
Love is an only answer in what we call life it's a resort to our happiness and a kind side when not treated with a certain love we can die and never have a general life well it all changes when Melody Stewarts was born an immortal child with powers beyond life it's self.... She is the new power of love and madness and can control mainly anything in life. Till one day she fell in a great slumber with an awaking she grew out of that sleep with anger that was so powerful it made the world fall apart it one day all humans we gone. Without having a power to die she grew old and fragile by herself with no guidance she forgotten her past and rose in her furture as a wicked immortal till she met him.......
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I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

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