What can grief and death do if you are so full of love? They can't touch you if you are in an intoxicating paradise that will only show happiness. And what is more beautiful than two souls, made for each other, that meet each other in this complex world full of coincidences?
She walks these halls day by day, so much so that her skin basically blends in with the walls around her and camouflage her as she keeps her head down and her shoulders hunched. She rarely smiles. Why would she? She doesn't have a reason to.
He walks these halls day by day, but instead of camouflage, his skin basically glows and sparkles like a million diamonds, attracting attention and awe from every corner as his head is held high and his black leather jacket hide all his scars and secrets.
Unlikely that they meet and fall in love, right?
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Poetry{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head...
