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Maria chuckled softly to herself and he saw such beauty in her face. It wasn't make-up or anything she could do to make herself beautiful. It was when that smile came upon her face. It was when she was just herself. That's when he saw her to be the most beautiful.
It's not like you have to push my stroller any longer. I'm grown up and I don't need you anymore. Just let me be. Let me go. Let me fly. I'm dying to. Can't you see you're holding me me down with your childish expectations of me?
This was it. This was my new loft. This was my new start. I looked around the empty room. I was scared but excited. I was going to be different. I was going to succeed. My future is in my hands.
I look out the window of the bus. I never thought I'd be in this place, so far from home. I see all the people, all the hurts. There they are, so vulnerable. Everything's so dirty and broken. What happened to this world?
It's clearing and I can see. This fog is going away and now I feel this mist. It's renewing. I'm new. I..I can't explain, but I'm just not the same.
Myths are truth to some, are they not? It's what they believe. When did we ever come to the point of disputing myths, anyways? How did we get here? Myths are just stories to us now. So how did myths transition from history to fiction?
I pull and tug but my feet won't budge. The goo fills around me. I struggle to be free. When suddenly there is he. He pulls me from this mud, from this mess and draws me into him.
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