

hell is for childrenshe was the little girl who painted sunsets and rainstorms. she heard music where no one was listening. she saw beauty in shattered glass and weeping trees and rain on asphalt, shining like silver, and she hated the sight of the sun. she was the little girl that nobody talked to, the one that dreamed of flying, but felt like a butterfly with its wings plucked off.hell is for children
she was the little girl who knew black eyes and the smell of alcohol. she knew all the best places to hide when mommy came home drunk and angry and just waiting to beat her with words and fists and hatred. she knew bruised bodies and broken hearts better than she knew p


seriously.i would tell you that humans are a complex function of emotion and fantasy plotted on the axis of logic, but you are nothing so deep or starry-eyed. you are bleach blonde hair and spray on tans and spilled beer on the carpet.seriously.
[and honestly, hearts don't beat for you]
once, you were a snowflake - different from everyone else. but you hate the snow and you love the poisonous UV sunshine of tanning beds. you love(lust) to fuck around in trees and pools and bomb shelters. and now you are a shattered mirror that screams 'look at me! look at me! i'm just like her and her and her '. but no one notices you because we go
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So there's this car... and it runs on water, man!
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anything in possible in the name of Jesus!
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I need you like dragonfly wings need the wind...I need you here like you've always been.
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