Judgy stares, looks filled with disgust and everything in between. The once calm atmosphere exuding an aura of tenseness and jibe. Or maybe it was all in my head.
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"They say life experiences can either make or mar a person. Well for me, it was both. Being broken and repaired, experiencing different emotions, as though I'm an emotional arcade. Life went through me, leaving scars and stars." She chuckled lightly, reminiscing her beloved.
"And if you were asked to describe your life in a sentence..."
She adjusted slightly on her seat. Fondling with the straps of her black spaghetti top and feigning confidence in her posture, she gave her answer.
"I'd describe my life as a bed of roses, only, with so many thorns."
"I guess that makes you a scarred beautiful thorned rose."
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Not a single one of us had a clue of how the end would turn out, except the devil himself. Maybe if the rest of us knew, we'd have stopped ourselves from carrying out certain actions; trying to fit in and all that shit. But then shit hit the fan and all we can do is take responsibility of our ill actions.
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Emotional Arcade
Teen Fiction"They say life experiences can either make or mar a person. Well for me, it was both. Being broken and repaired, experiencing different emotions, as though I'm an emotional arcade. Life went through me, leaving scars and stars." She chuckled lightly...
