She always defined herself by the quotes scribbled hastily on the cardboard backs of her notebooks. Quotes about love, happiness, and a future she would never obtain. She was always the first to fall in love, always drawing little purple hearts on the margins of her school books.
She gets ready for work, drawing all her favorite masquerade words on her lips with fluorescent lipstick. Preparing herself for another day in the world of letdownandfailure, dressing herself up with her heart dangling on her torn sleeve. On the sidewalk, in the the pouring rain, she presses her luscious lips against each willing stranger, losing a part of her soul with every painful, forced smile.
*she never dreamed she would become >>>this<<<*
She always believed herself to be strong. Once in class she was asked to describe herself in three adjectives. She said "confident", "powerful", and "unbreakable". That was before she met !them!
The first one she met was indescribably beautiful. And all of the sudden it was that storybook love she had always drooled over. Her heart sang love, and her mind played the guitar solo that matched her drumbeat pulse.
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she
didnt
know
the combination was ^deadly^, forming a delicious poison that !they! would greedily feed her.
Naivety
With one gulp she drank the potion and collapsed to the ground. Her body distorted before her eyes as an unmentioned side affect.
And !they! pounced on her and ravenously began ripping the flesh from her bones. !they! ate her heart and continued feasting until !they! were finally satisfied.
And slowly her heart stopped beating and the silence was deafening.
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& she died.
After that she moved on to crushing cigarettes with her bright pink stillettos and selling herself for less than she was worth. A cheap yardsale.
This is the story of a girl.
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