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I am jealousy at its finest point. I am I love you
at the end of a broken heart. I am perfection at its
lowest point. I am style with its own flair not one to
be defined. I am beautiful to the extent of the definition
if you describe yourself with simple symbols [words].
I am as ugly as the mirror shows me my reflection, if
ugly meant anything. I am sophisticated, and literate.
I am complicated as an equation for limits, and simple
as words written in a fairy tale. I am printed in existence,
drawn in with a pencil so my errors can be erased. I
am all four seasons just I control the time. I am pouring
rain on a sunny day. I am falling snow on a summer
morning. I am words in patterns, crafting something
indescribable. I am whom I make myself. I'm a fragile
person. I don't have a warning sign. I am complication in
the system. I am a virus, like cancer. I am an emotion
that cannot be described by simple metaphors, or rephrased
contradictions. I am a sentence with no ending, or
punctuation at the end. I am complete.
 J 3 S S I L Y · Sat Sep 08, 2007 @ 03:06am · 1 Comments |
