Hi, my is name Ava.
And my skin is mocha.
Half black, half white, all magic.
I like to do things my way, and I don't take kindly to being told what to do.
I don't have many "friends", nor do I need them.
In life I've always been the disposable one, it never mattered if I was there or not.
So, I usually just watched.
With the voices within me telling my to go out and confront them.
But they don't know that I have.
That I tried to be needed, that I wanted to needed.
Now I don't care.
I'd rather sit in my room and listen to music than be with people who won't care.
I'd rather text the few people who actually care about me than pretend to be close to someone else.
But that's just me.
And that's all I'll ever be.
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QUOTE/POEM OF THE MONTH:
"It was in my flaws,
I found the deeper truth-
And it is from them,
I bloom: a black rose."
   -Segovia Amil
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SONG OF THE WEEK:
"Your Hand in Mine"-Explosions in the Sky