I am the ideal woman. Beautiful and flawless with supernatural grace. I am a wish - a desire to be more than I am. But I am not of flesh, nor does blood warm my veins. For I am only an illusion - a statue still and cold - devoid of life. |
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I am but a humble woman. Greatly flawed, but greatly impassioned. Life burns within me, urging me onward. My greatest strength is my words. In them, I reveal my ugliness and my beauty. For my words reach into my soul and bring back what they find. I am warm and alive. |
