Mae

So misunderstood. So jaded.

The quirky likalicious riotous ran around sweeping off everybody’s feet.

Except her lover. The bystander.

They grabbed her by the hips and dragged her across the highway.

The cats purred in pure disgust.

The prude became the pervert.

The belle of the ball never turned up.

Everything was in retrospective.

Because of her.

The misunderstood.

The jaded.

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