Smile. Smile. Just smile. You always have cameras around.
Doesn't matter if you're having a shitty day, you need to be fully shinning, and the people with you too.
-Do you love me? -he asked.
-Maybe -she respond.
At that time, they only knew how they become what they become, didn't see the monsters they were going to be.
Making that kind of love made by Eros, smoking in each others mouths, and taking bites of their lips, between the inhails of flower.
They go to parties of friends, get drunk, high, kiss others, themselves, dance, and repeat.
That's how they live their lives.
Write and sing about it, is how he makes his money for the differents types of flowers. She used to dance for the city's ballet company, but one day all changed, her addiction was slowly destruying her.
He have another, and she had hers before they lose their happiness, but still look like they're having the time of their lifes, holding hands when walking down the streets, kissing, when all they want to do is spit in each other faces and never see the other, ever again.
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Not-so-merry stories
Kurgu OlmayanLove, money, sex, future: those are things that we think every day, and we can't stop thinking about. We want more, and do not know what to do to get them. A small recopilation of shorts storys that happen daily, that the mayority of us don't want t...
