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Her unknown is a piece of work that grew to become beautiful in her imperfections and incompleteness. She was a real girl once. A wild one at that. A girl that only existed in the night time, and never ever seen sober. Functionality is at your own discretion, because one could truly never know the state of mind she was in. Her marred beauty on canvas doesn’t depict her physical, but her internal. On the outside she was a beauty queen that could stand next to any of the elites and be a bright light as long as she stayed quiet. As soon as she opened up the smell of alcohol, tobacco, and slurred speech hit you with a passionate rage. You could only love her for who she was as you watched her blow into her breathalyzer connection realizing that she was going nowhere fast. But the crowd loved her so wherever she wanted to go she went, but not as the driver. The drugs and alcohol took her there and somewhere she’s still on the move.
Her unknown is a piece of work that grew to become beautiful in her imperfections and incompleteness. She was a real girl once. A wild one at that. A girl that only existed in the night time, and never ever seen sober. Functionality is at your own discretion, because one could truly never know the state of mind she was in. Her marred beauty on canvas doesn’t depict her physical, but her internal. On the outside she was a beauty queen that could stand next to any of the elites and be a bright light as long as she stayed quiet. As soon as she opened up the smell of alcohol, tobacco, and slurred speech hit you with a passionate rage. You could only love her for who she was as you watched her blow into her breathalyzer connection realizing that she was going nowhere fast. But the crowd loved her so wherever she wanted to go she went, but not as the driver. The drugs and alcohol took her there and somewhere she’s still on the move.