Mona Lisa, Wear Me Out
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Everyone thinks Mona Lisa runs the room.
Perfect smile. Painted nails. Eyes that never give too much away.
But when the lights go out and the music fades, all that's left is the echo of her own voice-and a journal full of questions no one ever asked.
This is not a confession. It's what's left after the performance breaks.
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𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 || 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝚰𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝚰𝐄
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚. 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫.Concluida
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