My Secret Poet.

My Secret Poet.

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Picture this: it's 11:00 at night and someone taps on your window..you get up and open your window only to see a bouquet of red roses and a letter attached. "To my Lovely Violet..your eyes brighten my world, your hair flows like the wind, your lips are like honey..sweet and soft. your beauty overwhelms my very soul. You've captured my heart" -your secret poet Meet Violet Rose Foster she's 17 with incredible beauty. Too bad she doesn't know it. Life seems about normal until the night she got those Roses and read that card. She couldn't possibly know who wrote it because..well..she's popular. Everyone worships her and as many boys come her way she couldn't possibly know who wrote the poetic letter that made her heart melt. She never really connected with all the boys that've come her way. They're all either tough and rude jocks who treat women like toys or Brainless pigs. She likes poetic, sensitive, sweet guys. Could this be the guy she's been waiting for?
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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