The Buzzing Bee of Galvin
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Last published Sun, Feb 7, 2021
"Death took her because it's fucking jealous of my love for her, and I am going to bring her back at any cost, "
"She is D.E.A.T.H. not gone for shopping. You can't bring back death, Idiot, "
"Are you putting a bet, "
"You are a fucking human with diabetes. Not God, "
"Human with three nipples trust me Death is my BFF, "
"Okay, If you come back with her from hell then, take a selfie with hades and number of Persephone if possible, "
"If you lose you will grow 4th nipple and I will name it like you named three others and if I fail, well I never loss to losers, "
"What the fuck, " Mr.Roy snap under his breath.
"Don't worry be happy" I whisper to my fuming professor before dashing out the Door.
Realisation is a bitch and guilt is a deep state of self-harm. Bee suffered both. She is a victim of life and death just like every other but what's the difference between you and her.
A 19-year-old girl with many shortcomings. With only one saying "I am a story and I want it to be happy with a fairy tale ending."
Life is unexpected that's why I am never prepared, Why to waste time. Galvin a 20-year-old boy who vows by "I don't waste my time on making a life I believe in living a life."
But are there words going to be the same at the end? Is someone going to read them, know them before it's too late?
Their heart, body, mind, soul is going to dance under stars or burn under sun.
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