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To the other versions of me across time and space, who are fiddling their thumbs and trying to come up with the perfect words, allow me to write a love poem. A message to tell you that you, like me, are a complicated creature. I wonder if you have found love, or if, like me, you find that it is too hard to seek what you cannot know. I wonder if you have a sense of family unlike my own, or if you are beautiful. I wonder if you are the kind of person who sees their own reflection as perfection, and perfection as an attainable ideal. I wonder if we are more alike than I would ever know, with subtle differences like the color of our eyes or our f

Hey, guys! This is the story of one of my O.C's. He's in my Superhero RP. I've wanted to write it for a long time. I shuddered, my red, spiked hair tingling against my scalp. I sat up, running my tan fingers though the stray strands, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed tiredly. My shoulders and back popped as I sat up, bare chest drenched with sweat from tonight's nightmare. They were always about the same thing. I was a young child when it happened, no older than four. I just wanted my mom to smile at me, to not hate me so much. She blamed me for my father leaving, and hated me more because I was different. I liked fire and, if I conc

To the other versions of me across time and space, who are fiddling their thumbs and trying to come up with the perfect words, allow me to write a love poem. A message to tell you that you, like me, are a complicated creature. I wonder if you have found love, or if, like me, you find that it is too hard to seek what you cannot know. I wonder if you have a sense of family unlike my own, or if you are beautiful. I wonder if you are the kind of person who sees their own reflection as perfection, and perfection as an attainable ideal. I wonder if we are more alike than I would ever know, with subtle differences like the color of our eyes or our f

    Her name was June, and I found that to be the most appropriate name she could've had. She reminded me of summer with her ocean spray of freckles on her cheeks, with her sunlight blonde hair, with the blue-green depths of her seaside eyes and the sunkissed color of her honey skin. She was beautiful. It was a given that I would fall for her and I wished on every falling star that she would fall in love right back.     We used to go to the beach together in Autumn, wrapped up in cozy sweaters we probably didn't need, and we would stare up at the stars. She would marvel about how big it all seemed, and how small it made her feel. "Just thin