Widehipped and honey dipped in its toxicant desires. I can never satisfy anyone'scraving, as tasteless as it seems it always comes down to the final savor. Beingover looked because I'm shaped different, like two chunky scoops of delectable thatdeserves to be treated with a nice wine. Not for other's enjoyment but my own. Theterm pretty for a big girl is the poster child's landmark screaming for anunderstatement. Due to the fact that the fruits of my labor protrude in theeyes of many but, silenced by none. Striding past by standers is a dangerousgame. The number of utter stares being portrayed as a wolf in sheep's clothinglies a fragile soul praying for more out of life. Trying not to look back athow she got to where she is today. But the courage that lets her continue this traitorousjourney filled with nothing but empty promises, and strength. Re molding theshapes that were once taken advantage of by none other than pure hate in theeyes of the abuser. Tongue lashing onto her wept skin. You are nothing but theman's play thing. If that were true, please be sure to dispose of me when done.
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Forbidden Ode. Book One
ChickLitIts a game we once learned as a child to express the things you believe the most. No one never said that being a women in the eyes of others would create chaos of destruction.
