Just Me

March 30, 2011
My hair showing my Irish decent with it's red tint
My sharp eyes, ever changing, as they take in their surrondings
My hands in tight fists, ready for what life throws at me
My heart, so scared and broken that it can't be hurt anymore
I'm the one you wish you'd never crossed
I never back down
I fight for life
I live for freewill
I dream of a world where reason rules passion.

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