About Me

There is a girl walking through the city with her headphones on, trailing the scent of cherry cloves and confidence behind her. She is stunning black&white in a world of technicolor overdose, soft where others are hardened; scalding where others are bitter cold; innocent where others are merely naive. She has known tragedy; understands suffering; has felt the pain of a shattered heart... and she has survived. She's a girl with gentle curves and soft skin, a velvet smile and eyes that could swallow you whole, but a girl made of iron and leather and steel inside, who would sacrifice the world for you if she loves you. And who won't let you live to regret it if you hurt someone she loves. She preserves the world she sees around her with a camera and paper and a pen, never lets a chance pass her by and lives without regret. She doesn't know the meaning of the words give up. There is a girl walking through the city like she owns it, trailing the scent of unconditional beauty and strength behind her.

This is that girl.

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This was written for me by my dear, old friend, Aubrey Monroe.