She thought she was unloved. She believed that she was ugly,stupid,disgusting, and hated by all. But, I do not get it. Why do so many people hate her? She is kind to the meanest of people. She cared for the person who hurt her most. She was bullied,abused, and starved her entire life. She thought she was a broken object. It had a cause at first, but was shattered, so it no longer had a meaning. But when she was a child, before her parents deaths. She was the crayon that everyone wanted. Her color was so uniqe and special. Then a little kid came and broke that crayon, and nobody wanted to use that crayon anymore. But the last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same. I know she is beautiful,brillient,amazing, and I love her with all my heart.
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RandomThis is where I write down ideas for storys and you guys can vote if they should be real storys. So some will be longer than others. That is all. BYe see you in the next chapter my DRAGONS.
