I wouldn't like people to get to know the real me because, to be quite honest, they wouldn't like her. I'd be Public Enemy # 1 if they knew who I really was. So, I bottled my feelings, emotions, and tastes into a small, glass corona bottle and threw it into the ocean. I labeled the old, foul-smelling bottle "HER". It washed up on shore a week later. An odd boy opened HER up, and set HER loose, and now she is unstoppable; too immature to be taken seriously and too mature to let wallow in the deapths of her twisted mind. She loved him for opening her up and setting her free, but he did not care for her. He was hoping a drop or two of beer were left in the bottle. And he walked away, empty bottle in hand, disappointed. Alone, hurt, and heartbroken, she turned around and sauntered to her next victim. That's you. And here are the remnants of a tarnished mind, once belonging to her, not intoxicated with the futile hope of an old love's return. Read at your own risk. |
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