melinaonal
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My name is Victoria Persephone Andreu Morel. I have two surnames. One for people like you and one for people like me. My close ones call me either Vee or Vyky. Some disturbers even call me Vivi, but I don't like it. I have gray eyes, they are beautiful, but you won't be able to see their color. I can hear your voice; while no one else will ever hear it. I know the tiniest secrets of your lives, but I'll keep it as a burden. People see me, notice me and appreciate my presence, but when I don't want you to see me, you won't be able to no matter how close you look. I'm rich and a giver, but I won't give you my trust. My life feels so long, but I've lived shorter than most. If I'll show you my back, you'll see so many scratchs; scars of the knives that were stabbed.
I don't distrust people, but I never give them my entire trust either. And the ones I've never given the trust haven't proved me wrong yet. If I don't trust you, you don't have any choice but not trust me either.
I'm a really absurd person; I can hate and love someone at the same time. I lived through enough that I know what trust means. And life has taught me something about it.
You win without your trust.
I can see you, hear you and spot you easily. But you won't be able to do any of them.
SPOT YOU