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I love those little things about ourselves, The tiny imperfections That make us all human. The scar above your eyebrow from when you were a little kid, The goosebumps that crawl up your naked arms, The way your cheeks flush when someone says your name I like the way you can hold one moment in...

She wasn’t always so destructive. She had a lovely childhood, They told her fairytales and brought her up strong, Let her know she was beautiful and showered her with sweet things. She was perceptive and charismatic, Strong-willed, and different in the best of ways. She struck a match at the...

I used to frown a lot in art class. I would stare into space and tap my pencil against my desk until the teacher scolded me. I would hunch my shoulders and look around at all the beautiful pieces being created around me. Everyone else seemed to prove artistic talent with only a breath, while my...