That was all she could see.
She was too blind to see the beauty that bloomed from her love and her heart.
She could not see the beauty in the world around her, or in others.
Only beauty fades
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I am weaker, yet I am supposed to be uphold some man’s pride, even above my own.
I am inferior, yet I have the guile to lead men astray at the mere sight of my flesh.
Tell me again, father, why I should follow someone who is too weak to stand on his own and foolish enough to follow me into darkness?
Father said, “Because the Bible says so.”
So then, we shouldn’t suffer witches to live?
My love whispered to me, “Fairy tales are not real, and you should want a man who can be by your side.”
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