M.A.U.V.E.

M.A.U.V.E.

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Poisoned faces of empty venom. Wild, like a young volcano. Can't stop, won't stop, don't stop. Exotic, feel a little beautiful baby. There is no fear now, let go and just be free, unconditionally. You can make a sinner change his ways, I can't wait to see the light...right there is where I wanna stay. _____________________________ A girl who has music to keep her company. A girl who dyed her hair purple and got a nose ring because of her ex boyfriend. A girl who wears holes and rips in her jeans. A girl who cries most nights thinking of who she is. She is M.A.U.V.E.
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Her entire life so far had been like one sunny afternoon, passing quickly and soon forgotten along with all the other days that had no stand-out excitement or tragedy. At thirteen she was ready to explore the entire world, learn fighting and this new world. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. As he looked into her eyes I knew, all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let them take her true self from her. She clung to it with passion. Passion that made her beautiful. He saw her passion! A story about love and finding her identity! Who is she? Enjoy reading. :)

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