the thespian .

the thespian .

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She was a scary girl.She looked as though she had the whole world in the palms of her hands. But still, this love of mine, insisted at holding that blade to my neck like it was the end. She was my lover. She was my life. She was my thespian.
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I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?

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