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Perfection Is The End“She had a prom queen quality about her, or maybe a class president. She was blessed with long dirty blonde hair with just the right wave. Her lips were always complimented with strawberry lip gloss. And her eyes the perfect shade if shadow. She would make the boys crazy with the whip of her hair.Perfection Is The End
She had a power. And she used it. Missy was beautiful.
There was defiantly something about the way she would bit the bottom of her lip that everyone found to be the “cool” thing to do.”
“Go on grandma. Go on.” Tracy persisted as she snuck her way into my lap.
Setting down my glasses and knitting w
by ~de4thForSe4sons
Am I Pretty?She was beautiful, but not in an axiomatic way. The only time he had told her she was pretty and faked it, Was the day he found Her draped over the toilet bowl, her lips perched as vomit slipped out and onto her Maroon blouse. She peered up at him through influenced eyes and whispered, “Am I pretty?” He just gave a half truth grin and said, “Always.”Am I Pretty?
That day however, was the last time he had ever said so. The image kept repeating every other day, same girl, same vomit, different skin-tight blouse. Sometimes the toxic drink would sit between her spread legs, right at the arrow at which they met.
He Walked
by ~de4thForSe4sons
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- Current Residence: fayetteville,NC
- Interests: music,art,photography,writing
- Favourite movie: SLC punk
- Favourite band or musician: Afi, Marilyn Manson, its a tie!
- Favourite genre of music: Rock i guess
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan poe, i liked him b4 he was a fad
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- Favourite style of art: black and white
- Favourite cartoon character: Snoopy!! thats my nick name
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