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Last published Wed, Dec 13, 2017
If someone asked you about Sabrina Dismass you'd either say; what a bitch, that girl can fight, or whats wrong with that girl anyways? The wild mare, the untameable wolf, the rouge cat. Everyday she steals 70 minutes off of her life, by filling her lungs with tar. Her therapy for her shattering background, broken mind, heart, and brain lies in a cigarette. Everyone gave up on her. No one understands the mint-scented girl. No one can ever get close enough.
If someone asked you about V, short for Vern, Griffiths, 3 top things said are; "Man, that guy's great", "O.M.G., V is so hot", or " isn't he the cliche 'Golden Boy'?" The obedient dog, the charming tiger, the selfless dolphin. A* grades all round, football captain and centre player, his therapy; being apart of something more than himself, for his secrets of his past. A star in all eyes, hiding his fault past, but no one truly seems to understand him. No one is ever as close as they think.
Secrets never stay secrets. Who cares if they aren't revealed now? It's only a mater of time, darling.
WARNING: I'm a sucker for cliche stuff with twists so this will be such a cliche. If you don't like it then, go away. Anyways also there is mature language sooooo. Yeah. Enjoy!!!!
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