My name is Maura, and I exist.
I am what is called American because of where I was born.
I'm a lacto-ovo vegetarian, which means i don't eat muscle.
I am a 22-year-old cosmetologist, and I've been writing in journals since I was the age of 8.
I've filled 32 composition notebooks so far.
I'm not saying that what I write is any good, I'm saying that I love to do it. Anything created by the human mind to me is beautiful.
I've been in love, I've been out of love.
I've been in luck and out of luck.
Currently, I am in love and considering myself lucky.
I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm trying to slowly break down a wall that some one else put up.
Please, grab a sledgehammer and help prove to me as I try to prove to myself that walls are not always necessary in this world.
Story by FistKiss
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