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I have the word ‘regret’ sprawled all over my fucking face.
Resentment residing in the pit of my stomach.
I went from bad to worse.
The only thing I pray is that I don’t end up like the rest
and sell myself out of the premise of revenge.
Because REVENGE is the only thing scrolling through the fringes of my mind.
With no one to trust or talk to.
Alone is life at this point....
She is hardly transparent. In fact, an invisible flaming brick wall surrounds her sometimes.
A wall covered in postulates and logical trains of thought. She pins her hair up and lazy strands escape her grasp. Rolling up cardigan sleeves, wrist tattoo revealed: Think first.
The front door opens and bursts of light coupled with heavy summer air infiltrate the very bounds of her senses. The world...
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“My male interests run the gamut from artsy boys who skateboard and listen to the...”
– Va$htie 