Gingers.
People named travis.
People named me.
My teenage years.


Travis and I.You taught me that accidents, aren't always a mistake, and from that I learned to take chances. With these chances that I took, I learned a better way,Travis and I.
To ease the pain I felt inside. With this knowledge I learned Compassion. This new skill helped me open the box of secrets that you kept. Sharing secrets taught me trust, and trusting is what I did. It led to happiness, and more doors to open. Yet these feelings made me blind. You had Lied to me and did yourself wrong, this taught me heartache. Heartache taught me rage. The rage inside caused our d


The gift of imperfection.My imperfections complete me, separate me from the rest.... I thought of that phrase, Yet I could say it a million times and still not believe it.The gift of imperfection.
I have Atelophobia,
the fear of imperfection. The face in the mirror reminds me of that every day. Yet I continue to look
It's Vanity, from comparing myself to others. It causes bitterness, and I'm sure it enhances my dislike towards others. Face value means shit, but it's the only way the people around me get to know others. People don't know the "real" me. They see a beautiful young woman who brings a smile to
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