Living
Bemused...
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*cries*
Once Upon a Time Chapter OneLike all fairytales this one begins with a girl, single, alone, naive and searching for her prince. When I was a Freshman I found him. Robert Jennings. Gorgeous. Blond, blue eyes, crinkly smile. He had studious black rimmed glasses and was four years older. Yeah, I had all the chances in the world. It's not that I looked bad, me with my chipped nail polish, my hair thrown back into a haphazard pony tail. I was long legged but still short, a brunette with dark, murky brown eyes. Occasionally you might see a little green in them, but only occasionally. You know how most people can say their eye change with their mood or what they had for breakfOnce Upon a Time Chapter One
Untitled PrologueOnce upon a time, that's how stories like this start right? Once upon a time? I never understood why. Maybe so we can distinguish it from reality. So little kids don't feel like they have a chance at a life like that. Maybe, somewhere, some dead guy is smiling, thinking he saved thousands from the pain of going through wanting a love we can never have. Well, I have one thing to say to that guy. His plan sucked. There is no once upon a time. There is only now.Untitled Prologue
My name is Angela, and this is my once upon a time.
BetterStatic surrounds a forest of black laughter breaks through seeps inbetween the cracks it rings and it roars it echoes and implores all of it pointed at youBetter
You with those clothes you with that face you with your haircut your height your faith
Look at that posture those grades those eyes everything wrong not a thing going right
You're useless and broken dry those tears from your eyes I'll tell you what you must know what you need to survive I'll put pity on you the one of so few take off those
Silencetrinkling rain, cloudy gray skies watching silently as the world floats by, autumn leaves fall touching ground like light feathers never a word, never a sound, just watching, waiting, silence.Silence
sunny warm skies, blue as can be, watchign life as it flows very much like a stream, ever so quiet not a sound to be heard, invisible to all who do not observe.
Tulips pop from beneath
the dirty world below leaves grow swiftly
rustle quietly to the winds showers fall
NEYA!!!
Thats... all I have to say about that!
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