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-It's the soul that needs surgery. London King has everything that a girl could dream of except happiness. Since the age of 2 her mother has been forcing her to do beauty pageants but after meeting the ultima...
I opened the door to the bathroom and closed it behind me.
I let the toilet seat down and sat on top of it.
I had so many thoughts in my mind that I honestly didn't know where to start.
Murders?
"Is it true?" I asked Josiah.
I knew her heard me because I heard him pause his movements.
"Is it?"
"London, now isn't the time or the place," I heard Josiah say in a low tone.
Why the fuck was everybody acting like I was the one that hurt their feelings?
Like I was the killer?
Like I had a half dead man in the couch.
"When is the right time Siah? Before or after you made me fall in love with you?" I said before rushing out the bathroom and back to my bedroom.
I don't give a fuck about any of this shit. I'm about to do me....
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**Josiah**
Love? What the fuck was that anyways?
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**London King**
I laid in my bed crying silent tears.
I think I'm experiencing my first real heart break.
None of that shit my mother did broke my heart. It broke my spirit.
I was losing two of the most important people and I can't even fix it.
Dominic was my bestfriend. How could not tell me this secret? How could he not use my shoulder as one to cry on?
I couldn't believe that I just told Josiah I loved him but I needed to say it.
Tamar Braxton played softly in my bedroom as a laid in the dark.
"Don't you say a word to me. I don't wanna hear it. You say you miss me? I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna feel it. If you really wanted to beeeee."
