The Things We Long To Be

The Things We Long To Be

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A new day, a fresh start, and yet I still feel imperfect. Something's missing, well many somethings in my opinion. That perfect life, hair, skin, yeah blah blah blah. But it hurts on the inside. I can't help but feel, sad whenever I think about my life. What's my purpose? Do I even have one? Am I just here to make a fool of myself? There's nothing a poor girl can do in this world but live. So why live? Why do I hold on? Why should I hold on? What purpose could a poor girl possibly have?
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He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

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