Stoned Heart

Stoned Heart

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Bland that is one word to decribe my life here in this old almost broken room. For years I lived as a ghost not what you expected? I'm a ghost that's a fact but I did not die. I was born a ghost yes there's a full species of ghost. Now enough of me lrt me talk about Panthera Ursa the girl who change my life . The wild girl who dragged me to a wild and fun rollercoaster-like adventure. Panthera Ursa is a wild girl she beats anyone she despise and brings loads of emotions to everyone she met. Let me tell you how she changed my life and our adorable meeting
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I was never the cool girl. Never the centre of attention. Hell, the first party I ever went to was because Kheli dragged me there when I was seventeen. Oh, Kheli... Kheli was my first love. My first everything. But once we finished high school, we parted ways. My plans were very clear: go to university, have fun, go to parties, maybe fool around at some point when missing Kheli got too much for me to handle. I don't know - the typical university life you see in movies. However, it was nothing like that. I was struggling to keep up with my assignments, my classes, all the drama, the parties, Kheli, the people, Pokémon Go - everything. I couldn't keep up with any of it. And then... Eleanor Williams did what she does best. She came out of nowhere and planted herself right in the middle of my world. And like a very fucking annoying tree, she set down roots and refused to move. And then I found myself - God, kill me now - enjoying being around Eleanor Williams. I found myself watering the fucking tree even when I knew it would only make the roots grow deeper, until there was no way of pulling it out. (Yes, sometimes I make very shitty metaphors. You'll get used to it.) But just because I was, much to my dismay, enjoying Eleanor Williams's company didn't mean she wanted me around.

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