Sweet Poison

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Who would of thought bitter and sweet would mix together to create the perfect poison? 
    
    //
    
    "She saw me." I repeat the annoying sentence to myself, cursing at the stupid fucking irony of it. 
    
    Of course she had to. Why wouldn't she be there? She's fucking everywhere. 
    
    If she's not at the beach, she's in her hotel room. If she's not taking stupid pictures, she's probably admiring her old ones. If she's not drumming, she's probably sleeping and if she's not sleeping, she always ends up in my fucking dream. 
    
    Fuck!
    
    I allow my thoughts to break loosely at the back of my fragmented mind, the twisting of the cigarette perched between my numb fingers as I exhale the smoke I've been holding in my mouth for far too long now. 
    
    She's becoming an addictive inconvenience. 
    
    I need to find a way to break her.
    
    //
    
    Dylan Bryes, consisting of two wooden sticks and the drive of a drummer, aspiring to be seen via the rattle of the sound she creates, opening up a new journey for herself. All hell breaks loose however when she finally succeeds in a fraction of her dream...not all going as planned for the now supposed member of a former famous rock band, Hypnotic. 
    
    Harry Styles, consisting of cheap cigarettes and zero fucks to give, hiding in the shadows he once created whilst twisting his fingers on the harsh strings of an electric guitar, trying to slip his way through the unfixable sins he's guilty of effectuating. 
    
    What could possibly go wrong?
    
    I guess you'll have to find out.All Rights Reserved

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Who would of thought bitter and sweet would mix together to create the perfect poison?

"She saw me." I repeat the annoying sentence to myself, cursing at the stupid fucking irony of it.

Of course she had to. Why wouldn't she be there? She's fucking everywhere.

If she's not at the beach, she's in her hotel room. If she's not taking stupid pictures, she's probably admiring her old ones. If she's not drumming, she's probably sleeping and if she's not sleeping, she always ends up in my fucking dream.

Fuck!

I allow my thoughts to break loosely at the back of my fragmented mind, the twisting of the cigarette perched between my numb fingers as I exhale the smoke I've been holding in my mouth for far too long now.

She's becoming an addictive inconvenience.

I need to find a way to break her.

Dylan Bryes, consisting of two wooden sticks and the drive of a drummer, aspiring to be seen via the rattle of the sound she creates, opening up a new journey for herself. All hell breaks loose however when she finally succeeds in a fraction of her dream...not all going as planned for the now supposed member of a former famous rock band, Hypnotic.

Harry Styles, consisting of cheap cigarettes and zero fucks to give, hiding in the shadows he once created whilst twisting his fingers on the harsh strings of an electric guitar, trying to slip his way through the unfixable sins he's guilty of effectuating.

What could possibly go wrong?

I guess you'll have to find out.

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