Ariana...
Dreaming is a waste of time...
I've dreamed that I'd have the power to stand up to my dad.
Impossible...
Someone tell me why does life suck so much???
People make it seem like it's perfect... NO...Its not
Its not...
-At School-
Reflection... Why am I so ugly?
Me: *walking to my locker*
Phora: Hey
Me: Hi...
Phora: you've been distant...
Me: Just tired...that's all
Phora: Yeah you look tired.
Me: well thanks lol
Phora: *moves a hair strand from my face* beautiful...
Me: *smiles* thank you.
Phora: *whispers* imma come pick u up tonight okay?
Me: okay *smiles*
-bell rings-
He makes me so happy...
Phora...
Phora...
Phora...
Phora
Phora
Phora
I can't get him out my head...
-After school-
I rush home before my dad gets home because I'm leavin...yes with Phora. I can't take this anymore I deserve better. Ever since my mother died I've been his punching bag. No More... I'm done.
Me: *packing my clothes fast*
*Hears car door*
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Phora
FanfictionRoses are red and violets are blue Why does every love song remind me of you? Why can't I make my mind up and decide what to do I'm trying to write these songs I always end up writing about you I hope that you don't mind, sometimes I think about you...
