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It’s so white. Blindingly white. By comparison, her fair skin seems almost tan and the smooth skin of her neck slides gently up to her dark hair, curled loosely against her head. Only small bits of her signature pink tumble in and out of the curls. “What do you think?” she asks, both nervous and excited. She bites her lip while she smiles with a half grin, like its me she’s trying to impress. “You look beautiful,” I reply with a much enthusiasm as I can muster. I mean it though. She’s always looked beautiful to me. Not with all the makeup and the tight up doo that is threatening to come loose, but

All but me Have someone they see When they look for a glance They dissolve in a trance But me, I feel empty. My standards of companion Set me alone I dare not risk Or make myself prone There are many I care for With Sisterly love Can I find one To set far above? To love and be loved Is all that I ask Why is it such A difficult task? I look to the world I ask in my heart Isn't there someone Who is set apart? To hold me, to love me, To see me as me To care for me, Not make wander lost, free Freedom some say Is a wonderful gift Then take it, But later do not be miffed When you realized how A True love is no chains But beautiful even in