Beauty is in the eye of God. When you are planted in The Creator, you can grow nothing but good lucious fruit. I knew a girl that had a fierce, innocent glow. She was very beautiful, the most beautiful. I seen her like an angel. Untouched. Pure. She was very dear to me. There were traits in her that I wish I had, some love that I wish I could have shown. Shame to see her go. I watched as the world sucked her in and spun her around, gave her pleasure. . . more than she could think of. Where is she now?
Mindlessly conforming.
Turnt from the ones who really love her.
Following the dark and not even knowing it.
Smiling for the wrong reason.
Another person addicted to happy.
HAPPY IS A BAD ADDICTION. SMH
