Mad House // jiley

Mad House // jiley

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I love the way you walk. The way you smile. The way you talk. I love everything about you. You are absolutely perfection. I wanna be with you but I just know we would be toxic. You know my story and I know you dont want anything to do with me. But, at least give me a try? I'm only human, Miley. I know things about you. Dont ask how, I have ways. Your name is Miley Ray Cyrus, born as Destiny Hope Cyrus. Either name is pretty as hell. You're eighteen, almost finishing high school. You sing like an angel, you dont have flaws. You're just perfect. And then there's me. A horrible person that only gets in trouble and is known as the "freak". I have flaws. Im not perfect. But I want you. We live in a horrible world. A cruel world filled with seven billion people that agitate me, except you. We live in a mad world. But me? I live in the mad house. - Justin Mad House coming soon Copyright © omfgjiley
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THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY THAT MY 14Y/O SELF WROTE AND IT'S BASICALLY ANGST AND CLICHÉ AND I HATE ZAYN AND 1D PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Dear life, No matter how, or from where I start telling my story, it would still sound cliché. After all, it's depressingly common. But I believe that everybody has a choice in how to tell their story, and the way of telling it is what matters. I won't sugar-coat it. I won't say that my journey with you was all sunshine, and no rain; where anything could be solved by a song, because that's not the truth. The truth is as simple as: I hated you. Every time you knocked me down, somehow, I managed to stand up again, but living you was like walking a fine line: I had no idea when I would fall and break my neck. I didn't choose you; I was forced to live you. But you're like swimming in the deep end of the ocean; at any second, a wave would crash over me and I would drown and float away. You have succeeded to swallow me under and pull me apart many times, and I give you credit for that. I wasn't a very tough kid back then, though, because I had nothing to hold on to. My mother gave up on my father and me, and after a while, I gave up on you. But God wanted a different ending to my story, so he threw 'him' into the chaos I call my life. He smiled, and saved me. I found solid ground. And just like that, everything started to make sense again. "I'm Zayn," he said, but to me, it sounded more like, "I'm your saving grace," then, I was catching feelings. I saw the good in you, and he showed me the good in me. That was all it took to save me: a smile. Now, every word, every touch, every kiss gives me one more reason to hold on to you, so I guess I'll be here for a while. And until I'm gone, all I want is to make him happy. I'm living for him, and it's the best way to live. Life, please, make him happy. Let him know that I like my choices, and I hope he likes his. With love, Lexie Grey.

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