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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Wed, Aug 24, 2022
"I may have been wrapped around your finger, but you can't deny that you walked into the palm of my hand." She says with a calm tone, arms crossed with her back leaning against the wall of the hallway.
Shaking his head with a sigh. "The only thing that I had been wrapped around was that sad sob story you had me telling the venues. That seems to be the only way you can keep yourself relevant to attention. How could you ever amount to keeping love if you can't keep your sanity?" He says with a devilish smirk resting on his stone cold face.
"I am perfectly fine, never better." She speaks with an edge to her voice.
"Oh really? Then what's this I hear about you going back to him?" With that he walks away...
The crowd cheering drowning out the defining silence. "You're on in five!", she hears through her ear piece.
Mature themes:
sex
drugs
abusive relationships
violence
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