neon tetra
Darkness enveloped my existence. It embraces fake loves and fake smiles. It kisses melancholy and blue. Yet, a beautifying atomic structure appeared, wearing her loose jersey, paired up with tight shorts that exposed her silky tanned legs. She brought sunshine and leaves. She brought light and transient skies. She brought perfection and flaws. And so, I caged up my legion of thoughts and realized that I would never give up on this woman. That no man could touch every fabric of her sanity but I. That no man could wipe her tears away but I. That no man could love her as much as I do for she is mine, my neon tetra.
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