My name is Ari, a damaged soul flowing through a mysterious world, as we all are. Most would just call me a teenage girl. For me, I consider myself much more than that, for that paints the image of pink, sparkles, and late night phone calls with "besties". No, I am not that girl, and never will be. I look in the mirror and see something different, someone out of the box. My eyes have granted me a way of looking at the world that no one else has. Instead of pictures, I see feelings, I see poems, lyrics, art. Others, well, they just label me as the weird one, the shadow. I look in the mirror and see a past that scared me, hidden in my eyes. My green, green eyes. The ones that will understand you. The ones that will be loyal to you. The ones that care. Forgive. Love. I am Ari, and I can change the world.
- JoinedDecember 15, 2013
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