I don't know how to describe myself, I don't know who I am. I read books by skipping ahead to the next sentence, or paragraph or page and then going back. My memories are held in the third person. I've dreamed of owning a ball gown. I cry almost every time I write about myself. Cinderella is my favorite story, but not my favorite movie. I like it when my microwave pizzas and hot pockets are cold in the middle. I want every room in my home to hold a mural on it's walls.

My greatest fear is that I would one day be forgotten;

and if one day this will be true,

at least my photographs will remember me and you.

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My little black dress is cuter than yours; I wear a classy magnesium alloy Ten-D who's texture and shape contrasts beautifully against my skin. My designer's name is Canon and he produces beautiful work from his accessory line also, my favorite: the 35-80 (4-5.6), which always accompanies my dress on a night out.

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do not stand at my grave and weep,

i am not there, i do not sleep.

i am a thousand winds that blow,

i am the softly falling snow.

i am the gentle showers of rain,

i am the fields of ripening grain.

i am in the morning hush,

i am in the graceful rush

of beautiful birds in circling flight.

i am in the starshine of the night.

i am in the flowers that bloom,

i am in a quiet room.

i am in the birds that sing,

i am in everything.

do not stand at my grave & cry,

i am not there, i do not die.