She's a gem, a diamond perhaps. She's the apple of those green eyes. She's his 12am, 1am, may it be 2am thoughts of him. Everything's going just fine with her lovelife. No one's not injured because this fucked up world will fuck you in either one way or another, all you have to do is to pick one whose gonna make it worth it. He's a levelheaded man, a man with big dreams? a calm under pressure, a cynosure to everyone's eyes. But what's with the chaos that's in his eyes? It's not always about what others' think about you, It's the way you look at yourself-- keep yourself prim and proper under a radiating sun. No one can be an exception in cupid's arrow, in love's game of thrones, in a cardiac and mental war. Neither, can anyone be excluded from a nightmare, a chaos, to the man in the dark with a scythe. It will not be always rainbows and butterflies nor guns and bullets. We have to make eachother's while a worthy one. It has to be the best of both, a mixture of both, balanced, fair. Purely fictional, nothing's gonna be copied nor reposted from somebody, purely sweats and blood. So please do yourselves and I a favor-- not to copy, republish and anything that will be considered plagiarism. Not Enough As Always Started: August 6, 2017 11:52pmAll Rights Reserved
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