SHE FELT AS THOUGH IT WAS LOVE. But it wasn't. It was simply more hopeless romance, just like the one her parents had. Yet she felt so elevated; so free; so 'badass.'
But little did she know that this so-called 'love of her life' only saw her as another toy to play with, and toss in the trash can once it broke or took in too much wear.
❝ How could you be so foolish? ❞
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