"She was so kind.She was so sweet. She was so selfless and she was loved by all "
"She used to come and help me at the pet pound."
"She had a smile that brightened everyone's mood "
"She loved dancing in the studio"
"She lived seeing children laugh cheerfully"
Lies.The pathetic lies.
It's the lies they mutter.
It's the lies they the scream.
It's the lies they sob.
All of it. Its the lies they tell.
And he knew better.
He knew because she told him.
He knew better because she showed him.
And he hated it.
She was kind but closed off.
They fucken hated her.
She hated looking at the abused animals.
She thought they didn't deserve it. She thought she deserved it.
She never smiled. It was rare when she did.
And if she did , it was fake.
Well at least not with him.
She hated dancing , she never knew what to do with herself.
She hated how parents decived their kids into thinking the world was perfect.
She thought they didn't need that.
She was so selfish, because she stole his heart.
And when he wanted to take it back, she never returned it.
He turned to the corner of the church.
He took out his cigarette from his black leather jacket -which she loved -.
He walked down the road angrily.
Just because she dead doesn't mean they should lie about her.
She fucken hated lies.
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Yay! I'm done with the book .Which was the first book I wrote on wattpad.
I deserve ice cream for this.
I know this was kind of shitty but I kind of love it.I have more books I will write.
But it whoever read this : cough*no one *cough: Thank you so damn much.
Love you.....
Byeee.Till next time.
I need to watch shimmer and shine.
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Amê Tristê
RomanceHe taught her how to love but never to stop. "I wish I could give you my pain just for a moment. Not to hurt you, but so you could finally understand how much you hurt me." A story about a broken girl. She could cut you with her broken pieces.
