The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.
Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.
You make me believe in past lives.
Even though we've barely met.
You smiled at me and I felt at home.
We laughed together and it was one of the greatest experiences I've had.
You're a ray of sunshine through clouds.
Warming my soul.
As you smile and as you laugh.
I hope we meet again.
If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..
I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.
Plain but not ugly.
I've never been called beautiful.
Beautiful is for people who match some standard.
People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.
But that’s not true, not in the least.
She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
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