Marimar stood in-front of the closet mirror,
It was large enough
To reflect her entire figure
In the dark room that illustrated
her features.
Tears streamed endlessly as she thought about
The numerous girls that were in perfect shape,
More credible at the blind eyes that believed in their claim.
Her bruises didn't speak to them, and her mouth was more than close, she knew eyes
Were the opening to ones souls,
Yet she didn't know why they didn't hear her implores as her tears rolled down her cheek bones.
She held it tightly as she drew in rage
With the same intense crimson color.
She decided, out of frustrations, that it was going to be her last piece of art.
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Hello humans, have you ever thought of death? Do you have a belief of what happens after it? Have you been hurt in a way you should have not?
What a world, don't you think?
Guys, the most important of all, is for you to live. Do not ever give up. Survive and tell those to F off. Survive and live. Do not ever hurt or end yourself. Never. Please.
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