I've been heart-broken ever since Spring of 2002. I lost it all, not in the fire but in raging emotions of the two who made me into the woman I am. It's much too complicated to explain and conceptually to steep understand. So don't bother asking. Whatever ideas or assumptions that are running wild through your mind are probably much brighter then the dark side of my truth. You see as far as your eyes can, everything you don't see you-- you assume and make yourself believe you actually know what's going on, when in fact you don't. You don't really know me, or the mathematical equation which sums out to I. I'm beautifully broken for a reason. Not just Easy On The Eyes, my inner beauty is what draws them in and keeps them coming back. But you wouldn't know that or be able to acknowledge such a thing... can't blame you, it's not entirely you're fault that you allow your insecurities to speak for you, rather scream. Maybe you haven't experienced life at it's worst or tasted the bitter truth, or perhaps you do the things you do because you don't know anything else. Its a question I won't stress over to find the answer. I don't know you, but from reevaluating you're first impression, I'm just fine keeping it that way. There's never hatred in my heart, never will be. Always down to show, give and receive Love. I don't allow my state of mind to become angry cause anger is only a reflection of the ugliness that lurks around inside of you... and quite frankly, I'm Beautiful- Beautifully Broken.
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