I am sad
I am crazy
I am psycho
I am depressed
I am mental
I cut
I drink
I bleed
I love
I live
I die
I cry
I am myself
I am the truth
I am reality
I am not normal
I am stupid
I am Depression
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
That One Girl
Once upon a time there was a girl.
She went to school everyday
she smiled at her teachers and did all of her work
When she was home she replied yes to the consistently asked question
"Are you happy"?
But when she entered her room
The different world
The world in witch she could truly be her
Release all the pain that had been bottled up
The girl cut and she drank
In her world she cried and overdosed
She screamed and she starved
She went purple and she damaged
Her strength was herself
For all the pain she overcame
When she looks back at the days
She realizes that she lost
But she didn’t loose the lesson
Burses fade farther but the pain remains the same.
But she looks back at yesterday,
And she's ok
And just like and illness, the world was cured
Transformed for a mother fucking hell into a wonderland
And evolution is yet the strongest part of this tale
Girl overcame the impossible
That girl was strong
That girl loved life
That girl was nice to all
That girl lived the real way
That girl was me
She went to school everyday
she smiled at her teachers and did all of her work
When she was home she replied yes to the consistently asked question
"Are you happy"?
But when she entered her room
The different world
The world in witch she could truly be her
Release all the pain that had been bottled up
The girl cut and she drank
In her world she cried and overdosed
She screamed and she starved
She went purple and she damaged
Her strength was herself
For all the pain she overcame
When she looks back at the days
She realizes that she lost
But she didn’t loose the lesson
Burses fade farther but the pain remains the same.
But she looks back at yesterday,
And she's ok
And just like and illness, the world was cured
Transformed for a mother fucking hell into a wonderland
And evolution is yet the strongest part of this tale
Girl overcame the impossible
That girl was strong
That girl loved life
That girl was nice to all
That girl lived the real way
That girl was me
Yupp Thats Me
Damn sun caught me in the dark.
Aint’ got no excuse but out here goin’ slow at eighty.
Traveled too far to go back now.
But the pen has become my rehab
And the air is my freedom.
It’s a lifestyle and you can’t ever turn back on those.
But from here you just gotta keep goin’ and hold your all.
You must never turn back on your own paved path.
Love thy every small detail and don’t let no one get in the way of you and your dreams.
Aint’ got no excuse but out here goin’ slow at eighty.
Traveled too far to go back now.
But the pen has become my rehab
And the air is my freedom.
It’s a lifestyle and you can’t ever turn back on those.
But from here you just gotta keep goin’ and hold your all.
You must never turn back on your own paved path.
Love thy every small detail and don’t let no one get in the way of you and your dreams.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Reflection
During my middle school career I have always loved to write. I would do it as an outlet for my overpowered emotions. I am not too good at writing shortstories and I am not too fond of essays, but the thing I love it Poems. In just my 8Th grade year I have wrote a minimum of 8 pages worth of poems, and write about two a week. I think it would be sorta interesting to be a published author when I am older but for now I will just stick to typing them and then printing them out to hang on my walls.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
For life can arisen form the grave as so have the ones for greave
Eccedentesiast as they say for I believe that is not a grin
But turns into cachinnation and kills it with a bang
Insidously reaching out towards the giggle and forced do kill
Inaniloquent and marry in the brain for dolor can feel amore
it is a Maledicent and wishes to die
Eccedentesiast as they say for I believe that is not a grin
But turns into cachinnation and kills it with a bang
Insidously reaching out towards the giggle and forced do kill
Inaniloquent and marry in the brain for dolor can feel amore
it is a Maledicent and wishes to die
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Begining to my Short Story "Grandpa"
I gots 99 problems. I sit here on the cold little corner. Mama don’t help me no more, and pa passed about one year ago. And as much as he would beat me like an old rug, I knew he loved me and that gives me hope. Maybe it what get me through these rough times? I don’t gots many friends but the ones I do has left me. I don’t blame em for my troubles or nothing but when a brother needs help a good mad would help him out. Gots nothing but a couple coins and a raged old blanket. Sometimes I just sit in the night. Lay back, look up at the stars. I thinks to myself why am I here? Do I really gots to be here. And then I make a list in my head. A list of all the reasons I gots to live. For some reasons I can never seem to come up with any. And then I make a list of the reasons I would want to die. Sometimes I come up with a couple before I fall asleep.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A Jumble of Words to Make Sense
The sun
Shines down on this beautiful world
Calling our names
Asking us to pay attention to it and look up
But we are told never to look at the sun
So we don’t
All it wants is some friends
And ma always did say that all REAL churches have a cross on them
So you aint religious unless your church got a cross on it.
But even sometimes when you want your dreams to come true, the first thing that you have to do
Is wake up
And dare to be you
Dare to dream
And dare to stand out
Dare to be the greatest thing that ever did walk this earth
But if you really think about it…
And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk
But morning brings night, that brings darkness, that brings light, that brings day to dark
Shines down on this beautiful world
Calling our names
Asking us to pay attention to it and look up
But we are told never to look at the sun
So we don’t
All it wants is some friends
And ma always did say that all REAL churches have a cross on them
So you aint religious unless your church got a cross on it.
But even sometimes when you want your dreams to come true, the first thing that you have to do
Is wake up
And dare to be you
Dare to dream
And dare to stand out
Dare to be the greatest thing that ever did walk this earth
But if you really think about it…
And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk
But morning brings night, that brings darkness, that brings light, that brings day to dark
Small drops of shivering death are upon us
traveling by the million and no one can stop them
A bright ball of fire peaks around the dust but cannot appear
life is snatched curelessly from the hands
With the dampness of terror
Love and life collide to create a pain unbearable to the world
Hatred that can not be mended in the steam of day
For the ones who seek it know what it lurks
And those who don’t know the pain it brings us on the day of despair
As death approaches, ready to kill at any given moment
Darkens the day with a humid touch
And to me it has healed the knife
Death arises
traveling by the million and no one can stop them
A bright ball of fire peaks around the dust but cannot appear
life is snatched curelessly from the hands
With the dampness of terror
Love and life collide to create a pain unbearable to the world
Hatred that can not be mended in the steam of day
For the ones who seek it know what it lurks
And those who don’t know the pain it brings us on the day of despair
As death approaches, ready to kill at any given moment
Darkens the day with a humid touch
And to me it has healed the knife
Death arises
Do you know how it feels to have to live my life wanting something that I know I can never have
Living every single day of my life knowing that he doesn’t care and doesn’t want me
Knowing that I will some day have to get married but It will not be to him
And letting days pass just daydreaming about him
But its something I will never reach
You know love? It’s a crazy thing.
And they say that when you love something, set it free
If it loves you, it will come back
If is doesn’t, it was never yours in the first place
But yet I have to go through every day, for the rest of my life, knowing that he will never love me
Or want me, or need me, and to that I say I love you, and you only.
Do you know how it feels. To die without ever loving anyone else except for the person that will never love you back.
Living every single day of my life knowing that he doesn’t care and doesn’t want me
Knowing that I will some day have to get married but It will not be to him
And letting days pass just daydreaming about him
But its something I will never reach
You know love? It’s a crazy thing.
And they say that when you love something, set it free
If it loves you, it will come back
If is doesn’t, it was never yours in the first place
But yet I have to go through every day, for the rest of my life, knowing that he will never love me
Or want me, or need me, and to that I say I love you, and you only.
Do you know how it feels. To die without ever loving anyone else except for the person that will never love you back.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.
As soon as the day comes you can not prevent it
That is your god given moment
Your moment of life
The moment in which you don’t die but it is the time when you feel the most alive
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
And as death is not yet a postpartum of the world but maybe just a fertilizer for it'
And no one can say with a straight face that they will wake up tomorrow
And maybe we will but just in the right place
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
And so with this I would like to say I'm not afraid of death.
It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
And sometimes you need to lose the game just to get back up
And play it once more
As soon as the day comes you can not prevent it
That is your god given moment
Your moment of life
The moment in which you don’t die but it is the time when you feel the most alive
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
And as death is not yet a postpartum of the world but maybe just a fertilizer for it'
And no one can say with a straight face that they will wake up tomorrow
And maybe we will but just in the right place
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
And so with this I would like to say I'm not afraid of death.
It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.
And sometimes you need to lose the game just to get back up
And play it once more
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
If you really knew me…
You would know that I am dyslexic…
Hyperlexic and dyscalculic...
I have to go to school everyday and do the same work as you, but is so hard. I feel like I am not normal. I feel as I can never live up to any expectations. I am not at the same grade level mentally as the rest of my friends. I fail classes and hate waking up in the morning and there is nothing that I can do about it. I have been called stupid, idiot, retarded, dumb blond, not worthy, mental and everything else that you can think of. I've been called these and many names by my friends, family, and teachers. It hurts. The cuts hurt. And it is a difficult thing to deal with. But is a gift. It is what makes me special. It makes me who I am. And if you think different then you can just go die in a hole.
(WOW I did it)
You would know that I am dyslexic…
Hyperlexic and dyscalculic...
I have to go to school everyday and do the same work as you, but is so hard. I feel like I am not normal. I feel as I can never live up to any expectations. I am not at the same grade level mentally as the rest of my friends. I fail classes and hate waking up in the morning and there is nothing that I can do about it. I have been called stupid, idiot, retarded, dumb blond, not worthy, mental and everything else that you can think of. I've been called these and many names by my friends, family, and teachers. It hurts. The cuts hurt. And it is a difficult thing to deal with. But is a gift. It is what makes me special. It makes me who I am. And if you think different then you can just go die in a hole.
(WOW I did it)
The scars of my Life
The "Amore" carved into my leg is nothing in comparison to the amore carved into my heart.
The cross carved in my wrist is nothing in religion compared to the cross carved into the wall of the church.
The star in carved in my wrist is nothing compared to the star that lives deep within my soul.
And the "March 29th" carved into my left leg reminds me of you and why I am me.
Why I am here
Oh and don’t forget the "L"
Red up…love
Red down…loser
And these are the emotions of my skin
Brought from the "heart" just for you
The "lines" like the never ending rode that I am traveling on carved in my arms
Legs
Body
Self
The scars for life
The cross carved in my wrist is nothing in religion compared to the cross carved into the wall of the church.
The star in carved in my wrist is nothing compared to the star that lives deep within my soul.
And the "March 29th" carved into my left leg reminds me of you and why I am me.
Why I am here
Oh and don’t forget the "L"
Red up…love
Red down…loser
And these are the emotions of my skin
Brought from the "heart" just for you
The "lines" like the never ending rode that I am traveling on carved in my arms
Legs
Body
Self
The scars for life
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
My Shadow
She is cowardly as she always hides behind my back when anyone comes around
Some days she is tall and some days she is short
I like having conversations with her because she is really good at listening to me
She is always by my side and there to protect me
She flies around the room at night while I sleep
But never really seems to be happy
Or sad
Or even excited
But she is my shadow
Pretty
Dark
Friendly
Mine
Some days she is tall and some days she is short
I like having conversations with her because she is really good at listening to me
She is always by my side and there to protect me
She flies around the room at night while I sleep
But never really seems to be happy
Or sad
Or even excited
But she is my shadow
Pretty
Dark
Friendly
Mine
Dark Black
Have you ever been alone
In a dark room
A dark black room
You can feel it creeping up on you
Eager to attack at any given moment
As it takes its chilled tactical
And grabs your neck
Pulling you closer
Dark black traps you in a warp of darkness
It can kill within seconds and all you can do is scream
It trips you and sucks you in deeper and deeper
These are some of your last moments before dark black takes over
It will Create death with in you
And while the air slowly runs to empty
You collapse
In a dark room
A dark black room
You can feel it creeping up on you
Eager to attack at any given moment
As it takes its chilled tactical
And grabs your neck
Pulling you closer
Dark black traps you in a warp of darkness
It can kill within seconds and all you can do is scream
It trips you and sucks you in deeper and deeper
These are some of your last moments before dark black takes over
It will Create death with in you
And while the air slowly runs to empty
You collapse
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Her
Hi, what is your name?
I don’t have a name
Who is your mother and father?
I don’t have any
Everyone has to have parents
Not me
So when did…
I see it again
See what?
The boy
What is he doing?
Dancing
Does he mean harm?
No
Do you?
Yes
Why would you?
I don’t want to but he makes me
Who makes you?
The boy
He talks to you?
Oh, all the time, he is my only friend
Where are you from?
Far away
Really?
Yes, the boy likes it there but I don’t, the cold keeps me up at night
Do you intend to hurt me?
Kill you
You wouldn’t want to kill anyone now would you? You're only a mere child
But that’s the thing, I do!
I don’t have a name
Who is your mother and father?
I don’t have any
Everyone has to have parents
Not me
So when did…
I see it again
See what?
The boy
What is he doing?
Dancing
Does he mean harm?
No
Do you?
Yes
Why would you?
I don’t want to but he makes me
Who makes you?
The boy
He talks to you?
Oh, all the time, he is my only friend
Where are you from?
Far away
Really?
Yes, the boy likes it there but I don’t, the cold keeps me up at night
Do you intend to hurt me?
Kill you
You wouldn’t want to kill anyone now would you? You're only a mere child
But that’s the thing, I do!
I have recently got something stolen from me
Not something you can hold in your hand
Or something you can put on your shelf
But a friend
A best friend
And within a year she was gone in a blink of an eye
some might say a year is a lot, and so it is
But when you have a friend by your side to make it worth while
It is short
Memorable
But short
And let me tell you that when it ended
Tears flood
She says we'll stay in touch
But we all know that wont last long
I love her with all my heart
I'm not ready to leave her yet
Goes to show not everything can stay
And even the brightest of stars must die out some day
Not something you can hold in your hand
Or something you can put on your shelf
But a friend
A best friend
And within a year she was gone in a blink of an eye
some might say a year is a lot, and so it is
But when you have a friend by your side to make it worth while
It is short
Memorable
But short
And let me tell you that when it ended
Tears flood
She says we'll stay in touch
But we all know that wont last long
I love her with all my heart
I'm not ready to leave her yet
Goes to show not everything can stay
And even the brightest of stars must die out some day
Friday, March 18, 2011
Mr. Fly
What are you doing?
I am sitting in class staring at it
What is it doing?
It is twitching with pain
Where did the pain come from?
We killed it
And why did you kill it?
It was buzzing in my ear...
And now the fly is dead
It has gone to heaven
Funny thing is that the same thing
happened in the same spot at the
same time yesterday
Rebirth?
No
Just another fly
Does it miss life?
Well, don’t we all
Now what are you going to do?
Sit next to it for the rest of the class
Do you feel bad for killing it?
no
I am sitting in class staring at it
What is it doing?
It is twitching with pain
Where did the pain come from?
We killed it
And why did you kill it?
It was buzzing in my ear...
And now the fly is dead
It has gone to heaven
Funny thing is that the same thing
happened in the same spot at the
same time yesterday
Rebirth?
No
Just another fly
Does it miss life?
Well, don’t we all
Now what are you going to do?
Sit next to it for the rest of the class
Do you feel bad for killing it?
no
As if the snow were to follow my in my foot steps
As if the wind were to chase me in my tracks
Or as if the rain were to beat me in my place
I halt
And nothing shall ever run past my simple mind again
Not thoughts
Nor dreams
And as the perfection rises
The little light in my eyes twinkles little by little
And that is what makes it so special
As if the wind were to chase me in my tracks
Or as if the rain were to beat me in my place
I halt
And nothing shall ever run past my simple mind again
Not thoughts
Nor dreams
And as the perfection rises
The little light in my eyes twinkles little by little
And that is what makes it so special
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Untitled
Oh the way I love you so
With all my heart the high havens could never break
The butterflies in my stomach they could bring me to my knees
I LOVE YOU
Now how does that feel?
How does it feel to know you're everything I ever needed
The strength you give my soul oh I could catch a falling star
I love you
And that’s all
But now
You changed
All your ways
how you act
I MIS YOU
With all my heart
It aches inside
As it twits a crumbles deep within my body
Now how does that feel?
How does it feel to know you stole my heart
Tore it from my chest and stomped on it
Broke it into a million pieces
Its throbbing
And for you
Don’t come back to save it
I HATE YOU
Now how does that feel
How does it feel to know I didn't just step into love with you
I fell in love
And I fell hard
How do you feel now?
Do you know how it feels to be black inside?
Completely alone?
Dead inside?
No you don’t
The blood from my cuts drip
The water from my tears flow
Into a puddle of love
Your love
Die along side of me and then
Ask me
"How does it feel"?
With all my heart the high havens could never break
The butterflies in my stomach they could bring me to my knees
I LOVE YOU
Now how does that feel?
How does it feel to know you're everything I ever needed
The strength you give my soul oh I could catch a falling star
I love you
And that’s all
But now
You changed
All your ways
how you act
I MIS YOU
With all my heart
It aches inside
As it twits a crumbles deep within my body
Now how does that feel?
How does it feel to know you stole my heart
Tore it from my chest and stomped on it
Broke it into a million pieces
Its throbbing
And for you
Don’t come back to save it
I HATE YOU
Now how does that feel
How does it feel to know I didn't just step into love with you
I fell in love
And I fell hard
How do you feel now?
Do you know how it feels to be black inside?
Completely alone?
Dead inside?
No you don’t
The blood from my cuts drip
The water from my tears flow
Into a puddle of love
Your love
Die along side of me and then
Ask me
"How does it feel"?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Father
Father dear
My feet ache and my throat roar
My face sore from the salt and skin
Oh father dear I sadly fear I shall no longer be
Do not follow I shall vanish
And with these tears I pray to god
Oh god my dear save my soul
But most of all save…
Oh father dear let your soul be blessed
And with that shall be taken with the wind
Pray for me
Oh father dear
My feet ache and my throat roar
My face sore from the salt and skin
Oh father dear I sadly fear I shall no longer be
Do not follow I shall vanish
And with these tears I pray to god
Oh god my dear save my soul
But most of all save…
Oh father dear let your soul be blessed
And with that shall be taken with the wind
Pray for me
Oh father dear
Monday, February 21, 2011
My "interesting" weekend
As I take another swig of UV Blue my mind begins to wonder. And then I think to myself "CRAP" I need to give Lloyd $50 for the joint that I'm about to roll. The delayed reaction time has been getting worse and worse throughout the week and its extremely hard to walk in a straight line. Thank god that my car is in the shop or I would be havin' a pretty crummy weekend. But I'm with my friends and having fun. A hit of weed in my shoe and then another blown out in smoke around the room. Oh gosh I can just imagine what would happen if my parents waked in on me right now.
My purple pill… her name is Stacy and she can take you places that you have never gone before, taste colors like never before, walk on water and not fall though.
And then my white pill…his name is pueblo, and he can help you party. Party like you have never partied before.
Oh yeah it completely slipped my mind, my name is Marie and this weekend I was high :D
My purple pill… her name is Stacy and she can take you places that you have never gone before, taste colors like never before, walk on water and not fall though.
And then my white pill…his name is pueblo, and he can help you party. Party like you have never partied before.
Oh yeah it completely slipped my mind, my name is Marie and this weekend I was high :D
Friday, February 18, 2011
To Build a Boring Story
Through out the day, his body slowly froze almost to the point of death. The ignorant man didn’t not care that he was out in life threatening weather and maybe that is how he died. His endless journey brought me not to tears but rather to “Z’s” and that is what makes this tragedy so eccentric.
In the horrendous yet story, “To build a Fire” by Jack London, about a man’s emotionless struggle to get to camp in bellow fifty degree weather was probably one of the most boring stories that I have ever read in my life. To start off I would like to point out that I am probably smarter than the man in this story. The stupid mistakes that he made are so obvious that if they were a do they would bite him in the face. In his thrash to get to camp before six; a very un-intelligent man encounters many problems, such as being frozen alive. The man built a fire underneath a tree which was dumb of him because the snow just fell right on top of it and put the fire out so instead he lit all the matches on his hand. This was stupid because he not only burnt his hand but he no longer has any more matched and he will freeze later on in the day. Also just the idea of going out in below fifty alone is probably one of the biggest mistakes that you could ever make. Also in the story the man is lifeless and boring, like when it said “The day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray it shows that it was just a grey”, to the man this meant absolutely nothing. It was a gray day and nothing else, he has total lack of emotion. I am sure that all hell would break loose if I had to spend one day with him.
The story probably would have been better if the man acted differently but because it was a tragedy, the character didn’t have much choice. The conflict started when the man took a trip alone in the freezing cold and was not prepared correctly for it. He is making good time and he is stopping to build a fire for lunch and that is the rise to power. The man has many tragic flaws but the big one is that he is so careless, boring, and emotionless. “As he so held it, he became aware of the sensation in his hand” the man was brainless in this part of the story because he has just used all of his matches and he has a burnt hand. When the man’s hands freeze and he is not able to kill the dog for protection is when the tragic fall happen. But the best part of the entire story for me is when the man freezes to death; it may seem rude but I really wanted him to die, and he got what he deserved.
In conclusion to the story, I really hated it and thought that the man needed to learn some new life skills. So unless you like reading boring, long stories, that put you to sleep then I would not recommend this one to you. The tragedy of “How to build a fire” was boring, thoughtless, and annoying.
In the horrendous yet story, “To build a Fire” by Jack London, about a man’s emotionless struggle to get to camp in bellow fifty degree weather was probably one of the most boring stories that I have ever read in my life. To start off I would like to point out that I am probably smarter than the man in this story. The stupid mistakes that he made are so obvious that if they were a do they would bite him in the face. In his thrash to get to camp before six; a very un-intelligent man encounters many problems, such as being frozen alive. The man built a fire underneath a tree which was dumb of him because the snow just fell right on top of it and put the fire out so instead he lit all the matches on his hand. This was stupid because he not only burnt his hand but he no longer has any more matched and he will freeze later on in the day. Also just the idea of going out in below fifty alone is probably one of the biggest mistakes that you could ever make. Also in the story the man is lifeless and boring, like when it said “The day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray it shows that it was just a grey”, to the man this meant absolutely nothing. It was a gray day and nothing else, he has total lack of emotion. I am sure that all hell would break loose if I had to spend one day with him.
The story probably would have been better if the man acted differently but because it was a tragedy, the character didn’t have much choice. The conflict started when the man took a trip alone in the freezing cold and was not prepared correctly for it. He is making good time and he is stopping to build a fire for lunch and that is the rise to power. The man has many tragic flaws but the big one is that he is so careless, boring, and emotionless. “As he so held it, he became aware of the sensation in his hand” the man was brainless in this part of the story because he has just used all of his matches and he has a burnt hand. When the man’s hands freeze and he is not able to kill the dog for protection is when the tragic fall happen. But the best part of the entire story for me is when the man freezes to death; it may seem rude but I really wanted him to die, and he got what he deserved.
In conclusion to the story, I really hated it and thought that the man needed to learn some new life skills. So unless you like reading boring, long stories, that put you to sleep then I would not recommend this one to you. The tragedy of “How to build a fire” was boring, thoughtless, and annoying.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
His fists unclenched and the tension went down as he relaxed and saw it: the bright flash of his life before him. With a frozen body and a broken soul he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Don’t touch me"! The peacefulness of death made it unbearable but that is just the way it shall remain… and with that the man's air ceased.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Dance
While I am standing on my toes and flowing to the music, My friends and I are also laughing. I love listening to the beautiful melody as if I dream with my feet. So many different types but I am loving them all.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Christmas Angel
A Christmas Angel
The highest honor in the church
On Christmas day the white, candle lit beauties walk down the aisle behind the prize, baby Jesus.
They slowly dance to the front of the church and stand to watch as the clock strikes 12 and baby Jesus is laid down in his mangier. Their candles are then blown out and they walk back to their seats. The most simple and yet beautiful task in the world. And yet I still cease to exist in the group. Oh what I would not give to be a Christmas angel and be known as the most beautiful girl.
The highest honor in the church
On Christmas day the white, candle lit beauties walk down the aisle behind the prize, baby Jesus.
They slowly dance to the front of the church and stand to watch as the clock strikes 12 and baby Jesus is laid down in his mangier. Their candles are then blown out and they walk back to their seats. The most simple and yet beautiful task in the world. And yet I still cease to exist in the group. Oh what I would not give to be a Christmas angel and be known as the most beautiful girl.
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