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MADDY : I'm so sick of love, Anasia. (the passing of a blunt is passed between two girls as they exchanged a sloppy word play) ANASIA : Well, look at who you are dating, Mads? You are choosing the wrong person to love. Simple. (Silence become between them as Maddy does not answer back as the feeling of limerence fills her.)
Dreadful party girls will do anything for love.
Take Anasia Jones, the ideal party girl for an example. She has a sharp tongue that raves out of young, pure guilt and desire. She has the near mindset of a soulless daughter who's just falling behind in her own corruptive skin. A girl that has little ambition into what she does in life. She seeks out for a riddle of stardust and more freedom then she can conquer under those choking halos of hers. Hands with many indifferent flaws. Eyes like swollen beings that have claws and will pounce at anything they spot. Anasia Jones mustn't wait for her heart to explode when the heart she's always wanted and desired has rotted inside of her (giving her matter of love a skyrocketing growth that worsens everyday). Seemingly, she was always half afraid of what the real feeling of love would be like, but isn't that what she's been searching for under those yearning thoughts of hers?
