They say I'm so down to earth, but I'm above the rest. Now the entire world knows my name. My fame is international, my face, all over the news, my scent attracts people like flies. Under the red and blue spotlight as a model of Ms. Fortune, I pose like a Greek statue, broken in pieces. The sirens get louder, composing a sweet melody to my ears.
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Finally, I got the recognition I deserve. People encircled me once they saw me standing on the street. They couldn't help but stare and take a photo out of adrenalin. I can't help but smile my mouth open, but no words come out. Everybody wants to know my story, searching me on the web, googling me, missing me. Yet he didn't miss me. His aim was on my body from the start. He wrapped me up like a gift package and sent me back cutthroat.
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-You are out of breath and out of words, taking an unending coffee break from existence. Don't worry, though! My preference is the silent types, at any rate.
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I give them a piece of my mind, but it doesn't work. Only my body language is left to spill my secrets. By stealing my heart and leaving a mark, he left a lot to unpack at the scene of the crime. My heart stopped beating the moment I met him. His moves were breathtaking. We drove through Las Vegas, gambling to our lives content with a single interest at hand. That is to avoid getting caught up by the past with a rest.
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-Your expression is getting uglier and uglier each day, but it's ok. I love the way you are.
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Rotten Love
Romance"Never have I ever been dumped in the summertime," they say. I took a shot, more than one." He whispered, -All my lovers break down after three weeks, No matter how well I treat them. You're most likely the same. As the sixth one, to be honest, I h...
