I craved for her trancing beauty. She was a seductive angel who betrayed God. She was a convicted terrorist who was camouflage in the dead night but I was gravitated towards her suffocating aroma. I was addicted to the way she made me feel but I couldn't take off the mask, it sheltered me from the reality I couldn't face. I was a fictional character in her fantasy paradise as nothing about me was true... I erased myself from her just as everything erased itself from me... I couldn't let this happen to her. Even she couldn't fix this...
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She's Just a Boy
Teen FictionThe earth keeps spinning but I can't keep up... Frames of my life keep cancelling from my mind. Who can protect me from my demons if I am my own demon? Even she can't fix this...
