Crystal Floyd

Horror Inspirational Others

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Crystal Floyd

Horror Inspirational Others

She was sad, but she was strong

She was sad, but she was strong

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She used to say that she wanted people to love and care about her, but not for her looks or for what she had to give... She wanted people to love her for all of her flaws, her scars and also her empty pockets. 

I think that the girl honestly thought that love was half-written in promises and broken notes only found in songs by fairy-tale poets and songwriters.

The girl was pretty strong, except when it came to love and I have watched her rise over and over again from all of the graves that life has continuously put her into so much of her life. 

It was just the other day whenever I seen her sitting beside herself in the grass underneath of a weeping willow tree, so I figured that maybe I should go sit with her, if only for just a couple of moments. 

I walked up to her and as I sat down next to the girl, I was not really quite sure just what I should say to her... So I decided that maybe it would be best if I did not say a word at all. 

I could not help but to notice that she was just looking down at the ground, while also twisting pieces of grass between her fingers and to my surprise... 

A smile formed upon her face and what she said soon after was nothing at all like I had expected:

" I am shattered glass and slivers of twisted up metal...

I am a lover of forbidden fruit and so many cast-away souls. "

Each and every single one of them bring me some kind of pain, but I cannot help but to continue showing them that I care.

But I guess that this is my life and I am who I am...

The executioner of my very own heart.

But not to worry, because I will never be broken, just a little chipped in the places that nobody else seems to even notice...

Except for me, of course.



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