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Perfectly FlawedI am not perfect.
I am physically, mentally and socially flawed.
I am not a size zero, four, eight or fourteen.
I have permanent scars all over my body.
I'd rather sleep than put on makeup; wear trackies than shave my legs.
I hate being photographed; I am insecure.
I smile when I'm upset, and I never ask for help.
I get overly attached to characters in books, and bawl my eyes out when a series is over.
I dislike having a shower when I'm the only one awake or in the house
I can't take a compliment, and I hate surprises.
I take things to heart and trust too easily.
I'm socially awkward and laugh too loud.
I don't have many friends.
I am not perfect.
I am physically, mentally and socially flawed.
Plan BThe voice of Santa Claus boomed through out the workshop, making all the elves jump.
"Where are all the toys? Where are all the toys? We need to leave in exactly nine hours and you haven't even half filled the sack!"
"We're sorry, we're sorry!" they replied while turning the speed on the machines up.
Satisfied by hearing only the pitter patter of elves shoes sliding along the floor, and the grinding of each machines as they work, Santa walked back over to his favourite arm chair, and thought about the crisis that he – and his company – were in.
With nine hours to go before take off, the present sack was only one third full of presents, the reindeer haven't been fed, and most importantly, Santa hadn't even begun to eat his pile of cookies or drink his glasses of milk. These were crucial steps that had to be taken if they were to last the night. If the presents weren't ready soon they would fall behind schedule and mess up the biggest day of the year. He would have to resort to pl
ContradictionI'm a walking contradiction.
I'm full of emotions, but can't feel a thing.
I'm spontaneous, but like things planned.
I'm outgoing, but really shy.
I love to socialize, but never say hello.
Last moments..Was I that worthless to deserve this fate? I'd rather be screwed up and tossed to the side. You wouldn't have to give me another thought. I must be too valuable.
Too valuable to keep; others could use me, manipulate the things I know. It could flip your world upside down.
But you don't know how long I've been around. I've seen and been used by so many people.
The hands they give me nightmares. Hard, rough, soft, wrinkled. It's a horrible way to be used.
The nails slowly destroyed me, ripping me to pieces.
You couldn't understand.
I look around for an escape anything, even the wind but to no avail. I wasn't going to survive, not this time.
Panic swarmed over me as noise washed over me; you've turned on the torture device. It won't be long now.
I'll be in a thousand pieces in less than a minute, surrounded by others. How could you do this?
Goodbye cruel, but equally wonderful world, it was nice knowing you.
Letters i shall never give.To a friend whose face is unknown,
Thankyou for cheering me up. You make me smile - something that is so simple and yet rare in the past months. Keep your smile on your face - it never should leave. One day I shall help you find your wings - I'm sure you've lost them somewhere.
To a friend whose voice is unheard,
You inspire me to do a thousand things - things that I may or may not have done before, and things I gave up a long time ago. Somehow, you remind me of someone I once held close. One day I shall hear your voice.
To a friend whose touch is like electricity,
You make me hot and cold. You drive me insane [but in a good way]. I wish I saw you more often, even though most days are accompanied with your touch. Your smile. Your everything. My everything. <3
To a friend who moved away,
I miss you more everyday and I cherish those rare late night conversations. We have to catch up soon, or I swear I'll go crazy. You've made me hold onto my sanity more than once. You've ma
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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