Individuality: The Beauty and Tragedy

September 4, 2017
By Allison_Rise GOLD, Lexington, Ohio
Allison_Rise GOLD, Lexington, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me." -Edgar Allan Poe

We all appear the same
And act as not
Often you look closely at figures
Such as figure skaters so graceful on the ice
Her hair was the colour of the sun with sweat dripping down her     face
It reminded me of the condensation from ice cubes in a cool
On a hot summer day
Her eyes were dark
A fresh storm breaking the horizon in some far away
Let loose and feel free
She danced
While tears stained her dress
The pure white of her lies
Tearing her heart
The pure red of her love
She danced for her life
In a world that knew better
She was innocent and pure
And her silver tongue fell in suit
It lied for her when she could not find the words to explain why     she tortured herself
For she knew no better than to compare figures
In a world where we are all the same
But not

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