Here, dedicated to the toxic men I've crossed paths with, yet loved, and the ones I've hated, those who have misunderstood me, the people I've questioned, the ones I've genuinely been curious about, the questions about life that go unanswered, the mysteries uncovered;
Everything life, love and in between.
And me.
She/her. A walking paradox. The only person who has come close to understanding her. She is not always who everyone thinks she is. She is not always who she thinks she is. She is the girl who everyone has misunderstood. A rebel, a misfit, that eccentric chick, a social loner.
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Smoke and Mirrors
PuisiAll that I hope All that I believed. What happens to be real, is a mere illusion; And what happens to be unlikely... Turns out to be real.
