English, Poetry



Studying was never
one of her favourite activities. She was
too beautiful to waste that
face, stuck into pages, stuck
into words. She would
dedicate all of her attention simply
into getting more beautiful.

‘I am the girl of your dreams, the one
you must think of when you’re talking to
your girlfriend. The one that comes to
stay, no touching involved. The one that
haunts you till you’re no longer in love but
destroyed’, she would often think so while
checking herself in the mirror.


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