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ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ
ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ˒ ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ
ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉ
ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˡᶤᶰᵉˢˑ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ
ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ˒ ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ
ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶤˢᶤᵒᶰˢ ᶤᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢˑ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵈᵉᶜᵉᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ;
ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵘᵗˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸ˒ ʸᵉᵃʰˑ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉˑ
ᶤ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵃʸ:
ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˢʷᶤᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ
ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃˢᵠᵘᵉʳᵃᵈᵉ
ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ᶤᵗˑ
'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ
ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
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ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ
ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ˒ ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ
ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉ
ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ˡᶤᶰᵉˢˑ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ
ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ˒ ˢᵒ ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ
ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶤˢᶤᵒᶰˢ ᶤᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢˑ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵈᵉᶜᵉᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵉ;
ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵘᵗˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶤᵗʸ˒ ʸᵉᵃʰˑ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉˑ
ᶤ ᵗᵘʳᶰ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵃʸ:
ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˢʷᶤᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ
ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃˢᵠᵘᵉʳᵃᵈᵉ
ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ᶤᵗˑ
'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ
ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘʸ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ˒ ᵒʰ⁻ᶰᵒˑ
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ｙｏｕ ｃａｎｔ ｄｅｃｉｅｖｅ ｍｅ
ｓｉｌｌｙ ｃｈｉｌｄ， ｓｉｌｌｙ ｃｈｉｌｄ．
ｓｉｌｌｙ ｃｈｉｌｄ， ｓｉｌｌｙ ｃｈｉｌｄ．
ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｔｈａｔ
ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｓｍｉｌｅ， ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｓｍｉｌｅ．
ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｓｍｉｌｅ， ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｓｍｉｌｅ．
------------------------------------------✌ ʳᵘᵇ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵃᵐᵖ˒ ʲᵉᵃᶰᶤᵉ.
the room was barren until she walked in. i swere on it, the moment the scent
of mahogany and vodka hit my nose the room became as bright as it would
probably seem to her wasted self. she wore apon her a crooked grin, one
mesmerizingly beautiful for someone as wretched as herself. in fact, she
wasn't herself, not now anyway. with the smell of liquor and beer tainting
her clothes, you could tell she had finally let loose and freed herself, freed
herself from the bondage that is known as stress, tension, and regret. and did
she do a good job at freeing herself? yes, she was practically america freeing
herself from britain, and you could see the triumph on the new freed face of
hers.
she dropped herself onto the couch next to him and i longed for it to have
been me; but it wasnt. "you must be crazy, baby. haven't you learned?" but
of course, she hadn't. this was one of her many sharades and there would be
many following. he toyed with her coal black hair, so dark it was like the
sky outside right now. pitch black, stars hidden by the city lights. the normal
stars in her eyes weren't even present to see her freedom tonight. im sure
they wouldn't have been pleased with what they saw. "i never learn." my
stomach turned when she climbed atop him and planted her lips apon hers.
she deserved better, even if she were a rebel. she needed stability but she
wasnt getting it by doing this every night and her mother never being
around. i wanted to help her, unlike the worthless mutt beneath her, but
that was highly unrealistic. she was a lost cause. eighteen years old and
her life was already screwed up from start to finish.
those poor baby blue eyes, i could tell, were wishing for more in life. she
came to me after her little warming up to him, taking the empty seat on
couch beside me. there was always an empty seat beside me, waiting for
her to swoop in and take it, realize why i was always reserving it for her.
she pressed the cold bottle to her lips and it looked like she was struggling
to push it down her throat. i frowned, taking the bottle from her. "if you
had three wishes, jean, what would you wish for?" she almost choked on
the liquor she'd yet to swallow and i recoiled when she tried to grab the
bottle again. "i'd wish you'd give me the d*mn beer, ren." i frowned,
putting it on the floor far from her. "be serious." then she looked at me,
truly looked at me. for a second, the stars returned to her eyes. if they
wouldnt give up on her, neither would i. "i'd never get three wishes, but
you know what people would still say? just keep rubbing that lamp, jeanie."
the room was barren until she walked in. i swere on it, the moment the scent
of mahogany and vodka hit my nose the room became as bright as it would
probably seem to her wasted self. she wore apon her a crooked grin, one
mesmerizingly beautiful for someone as wretched as herself. in fact, she
wasn't herself, not now anyway. with the smell of liquor and beer tainting
her clothes, you could tell she had finally let loose and freed herself, freed
herself from the bondage that is known as stress, tension, and regret. and did
she do a good job at freeing herself? yes, she was practically america freeing
herself from britain, and you could see the triumph on the new freed face of
hers.
she dropped herself onto the couch next to him and i longed for it to have
been me; but it wasnt. "you must be crazy, baby. haven't you learned?" but
of course, she hadn't. this was one of her many sharades and there would be
many following. he toyed with her coal black hair, so dark it was like the
sky outside right now. pitch black, stars hidden by the city lights. the normal
stars in her eyes weren't even present to see her freedom tonight. im sure
they wouldn't have been pleased with what they saw. "i never learn." my
stomach turned when she climbed atop him and planted her lips apon hers.
she deserved better, even if she were a rebel. she needed stability but she
wasnt getting it by doing this every night and her mother never being
around. i wanted to help her, unlike the worthless mutt beneath her, but
that was highly unrealistic. she was a lost cause. eighteen years old and
her life was already screwed up from start to finish.
those poor baby blue eyes, i could tell, were wishing for more in life. she
came to me after her little warming up to him, taking the empty seat on
couch beside me. there was always an empty seat beside me, waiting for
her to swoop in and take it, realize why i was always reserving it for her.
she pressed the cold bottle to her lips and it looked like she was struggling
to push it down her throat. i frowned, taking the bottle from her. "if you
had three wishes, jean, what would you wish for?" she almost choked on
the liquor she'd yet to swallow and i recoiled when she tried to grab the
bottle again. "i'd wish you'd give me the d*mn beer, ren." i frowned,
putting it on the floor far from her. "be serious." then she looked at me,
truly looked at me. for a second, the stars returned to her eyes. if they
wouldnt give up on her, neither would i. "i'd never get three wishes, but
you know what people would still say? just keep rubbing that lamp, jeanie."
