just one step until the wind combs my hair  the bird’s hopeless cry for help will echo beside my ear and every inch of my body will be crawling with a prickly sensation   so Mother Earth will you catch me? ...

your ideal world consists of glitter and mascara where everything is portrayed to be perfect red lips and rosy cheeks one hundred more likes to be worth it   put on a mask just to pose for a picture to match...

A boy, By the name of Cameron Sat alone. He wished for a clone, So he may be somewhere Far away. Away, From the pressures Of school.   Cameron was not considered Cool. If someone came to him, ...