she envisioned herself as Lana Del Rey,
she envisioned herself a Southern Californian dream
made out of bad boys and sad girls
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/shades of cool/
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She wants to be the next in thing.
She wants him to look at her; look at her pretty blue hair that flowed like the ocean, looklooklook at her pretty sapphire eyes that danced a dangerous shade of cool.
She prays every damn day, hour, minute, second, that Gray Fullbuster will turn his head her way and realize how they are both the same-how her beautiful blue eyes are just as hollow as his.
But he doesn't, because the new blonde Brooklyn baby has eyes that illuminate the celestial skies.
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Juvia stares into the mirror, and ponders over the meaning of beautiful.
Gray didn't like the beautiful death Juvia was.
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by N,
he lives for love, for women, too
i'm one of many, one is blue