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Two Lives. One Boy.
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement août 24, 2015
Difference brought us together. Mystery keeps us close. 
What exactly is the definition of perfect? I don't care. I was the perfect girl; blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs. perfect hourglass figure, Victoria Secret's next top model. Isn't that what society thinks as beautiful? Model agencies sure do anyway.

 But what happens when you've had enough? When you don't think you can handle all the pressure. Handle having to deal with the fact that this was never who I wanted to be. I felt plastic, fake. Like Barbie dolls perfectly manufactured in factories. This wasn't me. This was never me. 

Realisation hit me like a bullet pierced into my brain. I went downhill. Drugs. Heartbreaks. No, one heart break which shattered my life. I ran, ran for my life. Tears flowing down my face like an unstoppable waterfall. I chopped my hair into a boy haircut, dyed it black. Went to the tattoo artist and made sure my arms were covered in tattoo art. I changed. Changed completely.
I kept running, knowing what I had done. "Put your hands behind your back and get down". The police officer's strong voice echoed in the forest.  I'd been caught. It was bound to happen one day.
 
I was still a college student though and my future was still full of possibilities and new things. Things were awaiting me and I only started to feel that life was actually getting interesting when I met a boy. A hooded boy full of mystery...
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