We all have them. Weather etched on skin or engraved on hearts. We’ve all felt like falling apart. Look into my eyes, what do you see? Is it just color or do you see me? Now look even closer, is there a soul? Do you see a poser? Or just a broken tool? I’m… Continue reading Scars

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I'd love to be the first in a race but I’m slow and can’t keep steady pace I'd love to be number one, top of the world! but I'm not that smart, and I'm a simple girl. I want to be the best, and the only one but I’m easily distracted and don't get anything… Continue reading Last Place