She is a mess. An explosion of creativity rolled into a disaster they call "Impure". A story where the ending to the fairytale begins as she is in distress calling out to her Romeo, her shining prince, who never seems to hear her. She is alone. She is indecent. She is nothing more than that created only to fall apart. Her mind wanders freely amoung the drugs on her high kite soaring through the breeze amoung the clouds away from sadness, away from civilization. She puts herself through the dark awakening jsut to hear his voice in her ear once more. Life is like a fairytale, live it to its fullest, the drugs will wear off soon.

APPLAUSE standing ovation

thank you!

Very well written. You truly have a way with words.

powerful

I like it the only suggestion I have is it the formatting of it could be improved i think good job

yeah well i just jotted it down lol

COOL

story of my life.