From afar, this girl is a flawless example of western culture. But look closely and she is far from flawless. She's a radiant star in a midsummers dream. But the flowing of her white dress resembles nothing, but it's still trembling with some sense of beauty. Her long hair drenched in impulsive lies and the constant heat in the back of your neck that says you've done something wrong. The wonder presented by her body is quickly devastated as she makes her way into your soul.
Those eyes once so beautiful have turned to stone like the once pure heart that no longer pumps in her chest.
Everything has changed. That is painfully obvious. But no one can place just how.
The common story is that she drank herself away and fell in love with someone who didn't love her back. They say one too many cigarettes and you will be just like her.
But I see her as more than that. No one has ever seen an angel break one wing, but I have. And that angel is her. She's flawless to the sensual eye because she's ruined every other part of her life. Curves are the only thing she can control. Her eyes glazed over because who would want to see the things she's seen? And her heart stone in her chest because she's felt too much. She's tired.
Someday even her ugly beauty will run out, and nothing will be able to redeem her.
The final step in front of the Cadillac and now both of her wings are broken.
The monsters will catch her, and it's a shame... But it's just the way the game was written to be played.
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