how to seduce a man
bellaisandre
a young girl’s mind could be playful,
that would be a matter of fact.
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hey tend to be gullible, spunky, fun and joyful at their young age, enjoying their life as a child.
little do they know, what could be their future after the glimpse of a guilty pleasure?
some say, owning a face of a goddess was a blessing. plump cupid’s bow shaped lips, sleek eyebrows, curvy lashes— name it, i own it. could it be true? owning a physique quite similar as mine might be a blessing from Him? apparently, no.
a young girl should dream big, so i did.
looking back at my dreams when i was younger, i wish i didn’t dreamed more of it.
it was a regretful decision to grasp my dreams.
dreams that absolutely put me in terrible danger,
dreams that may put me in so much spotlight, yet, broke me as a woman, my whole.
a few more “you’re so beautiful,” made me push myself to pursue my dreams, without even thinking about the consequences i will surely face,
without even thinking about what they might force me to take away from my self.
despite of having aphrodite’s beauty, i didn’t made it as huge as i expected. there was a big barrier between me and known artists, a barrier that’s impossible to surpass— or so i thought. “do you want to make it big?” asked by the person who handles me. with a nod, i eagerly replied, “yes, of course!” with full of passion.
after the conversation, thankfully, i made it big. really really big. the barrier i am expecting i wouldn’t be able to surpass simply turned down with my impact, however, a part of me was wasted.
they were true, i conclude.
in order for you to get what you want, you should give them what they want and they will repay you with a bigger payment.
my dreams may be fulfilled,
though i lost something,
i lost my self.
