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Friday, June 25, 2010

Treasure

Echo. Noises. Bruises. Pain. Nothing else matter as long as I am in grieve. Sorrow. No projection Of calm. Serenity. Nor. Solemn. Only swelling and owl eyes on this pale white skin. Pale with rosy cheeks. Pale with hair as black as night. Pale with eyes as sharp as a knife. What a curse I've been given. What A life this have given me. I'm not as lovely as snow white. I'm not as stunning as sleeping beauty. I'm not a cinderella where a prince will come and marry me. I'm a witch. A damn cursed one. The one who all envy because I have the treasure no one else have. That is my dignity.

I am a witch who can touch no one only to be cursed if I harm anyone.

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