My Summer Love (part 1)

My Summer Love (part 1)

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(I'm re-writing this story into a new book: Blow Me Up) •• Martina, a just started artist on her way to her dreams. All she gotta do is own money to bring her album on the market. This summer she flies for the first time to Mexico City. On her way she meets a guy. Hate is how she would describe him. Soon as she gets her job as room service she made some friends. But then everything changes. -- Read how hate grows to something more How small lies only get bigger How trust turns to betraying Read how this summer turned in the best summer of my life
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My Rules

Consider me as a piece of paper. You crumple it until it's no longer straight and beautiful. How much you try, how long you'll keep going, it will never be the same; a straight canvas. This was me. I was beaten and when he found out he tried to help me, and get me back to my old self. And how much I wanted, I could never let that piece of my past slip away into the nothing, like it was never there. But even though I knew his help wouldn't get everything away, I let him try. He did allot and he even gave me moments I would forget everything, then it was only me and him, no one else. But even he, the one I began to love, couldn't keep me away from the hell I like to call life. He helps me climb up to the top of the cliff, only to push me off again. But that's just life, and I can't control it. !! I was 11 years old when I started writing this story and I didn't even have English as a subject. So excuse me for my horrible writing, vocabulary and grammar. I'm just too lazy to edit it :) LOVE Y'ALL!! .12. In #leonetta

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