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Hi I'm Melody
18 this year, coming 19. ((:
I'm a Virgo. ((:
I'm born on 4th September
And I wanna be a vet
Birthstone Sapphire. ((:
And morning glory.

speak.your.FREEDOM

I love to express myself. I love dancing.
I love singing. I love animals.
I love modeling. I love reading!
I love French people. I love the language Spanish
I love my piano. I love my 200 dollars racket.
I love my crazy family. I love my dearest friends.
I love him, Jesus. I love witting love poems.
I love the warmth in making people smile.
I love people who love me. HAHA.
I love people who are true to their hearts.

join.the.FREED

free one
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free three
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free ten

express.FREEDOM

three years of sad confinement
my life is finally falling into alignment
i run out of the cage to greet the sun
and to my new home i will run
fall to the soft grass and heck care to the world
this long awaited life will unfurl
close my eyes and smile so deeply
with the wind blowing so swiftly
a gentle feeling;
yet such twist
the scent of freedom
it does exist...

unfreed.PAST

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Saturday. ((:

Okay. Those were all accusations.
Shoot your mouth off.
So I spent one whole day being tortured by my dad for it.
Doesn't mean I don't speak up means you're right.
I just can't be bothered anymore. To argue with you.

Whenever I say something, you'd say it's shit.
Whenever I dun't say something, you say I'm running from it.
What do you want from me?

He said he'd hit me till I admit to all his accusations.
He wants me to tell him the truth but he hits me to admit to his lies.
Becasue he asumes he is right.
And so he did. So I have scars on my legs. Tighs. Mostly.
And I'm grounded for something which I didn't do.

Whatever luh. This has been going on for like what? 2 weeks?
And the evidence is just there. Right in front of you.
You just chose it ignore it. Asshole. I even took it out in front of you.
But ha. You just kept switching topics. Bringing up old stuff.
And excepting me to compramise on behalf of the unrelated mistakes that I had done previously.
Some previous mistakes are true. Which I would gladly admit.

But some? Esp the past few month's? Is crap.


Disfigure me then. I don't care. That's what you threatened me right?
But I won't admit to something in which I think I am right.
And all the evidence is there.
No matter how much you hit me.
I will not do it.

define.FREEDOM