She sat poised, her hands resting delicately on her knee; her long tan legs crossed one over another as she listened in silence. Every so often, the corners of her rose pink lips would lift into a smile while her green eyes sparkled in amusement. Her long, blond hair which she left loose, framed her soft, smooth face in gentle waves like a halo of divine light. She was an angel.


Oh come let us adore thee.


She sat poised, flaunting her looks in exchange for affection. Selling herself for love. But if love is the most sought after thing known to man, what harm is there in selling yourself to gain it? And as she sat poised, she lifted her head and smiled for all she was worth, because that was all she was worth.

We exchange beauty for being loved. Those who don’t have commodities cannot engage in trade. Not only are they plain and having to live the rest of their miserable lives knowing that they are plain, but they remain deprived of affection, because even though our hearts are gold, our souls are thick and black with infection. We are such superficial creatures, one could hardly blame us.
And sometimes I wish I knew what it would be like to be plainer, uglier than I am now if only to prove my point.
Because if I were ugly, if I were the ugliest thing on earth. I’m willing to bet that you would not love me.
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