The Monsters We've Created

The Monsters We've Created

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They sat across from each other, silently looking into one another's eyes. Mason reached over the flower pot and passed the cigar to her. "Lola," his other hand resting on her knee, "it's gonna be okay." No it wasn't. He knew that, but there was nothing he could say to fix it, and he also knew that. Comfort was the only option, and he had never been good at that. - Society has expectations, and Mason has never been one to let the people around him down. That is if you're excluding his Mother, his best friend, Max, and about ⅜ of the population of Boston. On the other hand, Mason had an array of skills. To begin, he was excellent at drinking and could drink nearly anyone under the table. Along with this, Mason can candy flip without any distressing signals all the while balancing on a handstand. If that didn't impress the local police he didn't know what would. - Lola was less focused on society's expectations. In fact, she almost purposely went against societal conformity. It wasn't in her nature. She was rash in her decision making and reckless in most every situation. The one thing she completely and utterly despised though was being misunderstood. Lola was bipolar, and while Mason was spending his time trying to accomplish absolutely nothing. Lola was being thrown into psychiatric evaluations like they were an average afternoon tea party. + violence and strong language BTW also a lot of drug references so beware.
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My name is Brianna, my father left the house and now it's me and my ma now. She's been crying and crying, worst than she use to when my father use to beat her up, he used to beat me up and try to sexually abuse his own daughter. You can't say the world is always perfect because it's not, this world is basically f***ed up. Everything they see, they wanna go and try crap but you're basically ruining somebody's life, but when that person is so ignorant, they're too dumb to even realize that they're basically saving your life. You didn't want help but you needed it and it's not to say that you tried hard, you didn't do your best. You're basically blaming the other person for your wrongs and it was the best thing that you can ever have. That person threw you out the window and you can't say it wasn't for a good cause because everything happens for a reason. I'm basically talking about myself... My ma started drugs and started to be 'a sl**' (at least that what everybody calls her out on) , she kicked me out and I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later and I surprisingly left there with pride. I was out on the streets and I met the most f***ed up person that I've ever met in my life but the thing is that, I couldn't help but fall, hard. I don't know what the hell is love but it sure feels like it... [Roc Royal Love Story]

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