A Glimpse Inside my Fantasies
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- Chapitres 9
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture12m
Dernière publication mer., avr. 5, 2017
Collections of Diaries and poems certified by my imagination. Day after day, I Sit by the window thinking about my one and only reason to why I am still living and breathing. And how is it that these fantasies are so driven by my perception of how I view real love but most importantly - it will be the death of me if I don't find true love. The entertaining visuals that keeps me away from my reveries are like blossoms blooming to my eyes, but the bitter loneliness that I've seek to find-are now feeling like centuries passing by- that I have no sovereignty over, and cold nights are one of the only reason to why I prolong to stay alive.
In other areas, this work is inspired by the one and only... well maybe two one and only(s). Without you two, I couldn't have made it to where I am today.
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Behind Deviant Eyes
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Too Young by Taylor Frank As I stand beneath the bright lights, wrapped in a scrap of red silk and drenched in sweat, I wonder how I got here. The men leer from the shadows, their money fluttering to the stage like breadcrumbs. I dance not for desire, but for survival. Each dollar decides whether I eat, whether I live another day. This wasn't the life I dreamed of as a little girl. I imagined prom dresses, late-night phone calls, and high school drama-not cheap heels, broken dreams, and nights that blur into mornings. My life is less Clueless and more low-budget Showgirls-chaotic, degrading, and somehow still going. But maybe-just maybe-it's not too late. Maybe I'm not too far gone. This is my story. A raw, honest, and unfiltered look into a girl who was Too Young to fall this hard, and too stubborn to stay down. Come with me-through heartbreak, survival, and the desperate hope for something better. Together, we'll find out if escape is possible... or if the pole is my final destination.
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