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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 !!!

~𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑃𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑑,𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤,𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑐,𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛???~v=

BEFORE ***

𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

I hesitantly get up to remode in the morning star's face, God shakes my head up and my eyes tell me the day was going to be a big nothingness. I see red rays coloring my lazy blues and covering my shitty skin in different warmth.

The warmth of:

"Fuck it, get up, Luna "

Honestly did what my ass couldn't do...

As I try to drag the cupboard's drawer, unhappily it gets broken like the other half expected-so life. I scream out loud by swearing:

"Not again! Ahhh...Go to hell !"

Nervously hit the parmaque with bare fingers and 𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩* eye-opened see entire hesitation turning into a bloody, meaningless day. I clutch my knee as hard to hamper hurting from possessing my good omen. I put clothes on and screeching, bad fabric untie...I see under me and wow like a MESS.

"This, huh...God !"

Moaning, sacrificing time I turn my hazel hair as fast as can upwards. Tie them and meanwhile keep wearing the naughty other, grey jeans.

With one breathe, brown-colored bags and books hump into my back quirkily-staring my laziness, walking down the dark mazes of conviction: "Sorority NEW YORK COLLEGE OF LANGUAGES "

EYES IRREGULARLY RUN THROUGH DESPERATE HALLWAYS AND IRRITATED crash my haste into some sort of Antic Walls.

Finally, find the way out of boredom and castle of "Noone's".

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗸𝘆, 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘁,𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘.

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 ,𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧* 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘁.𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁.

New York is in chaos as the little grey mixed in the blue sky seems so missed up and rushed.

Thousands of people, cars driving feet, tires lunatic...

*Writhing in fear and collapse of losing work, I put my ass into a long-running marathon, hair caught by the breeze and a very weak-quality ribbon made of pink. While clashing head to head with people of the same hurry, I hide my "wig" under, glaring at the brazen, tormented, grey sidewalk.

Hurrying and gasping impossibly, stepping into high grounds and sighing deranged. Lost of orientation, Little Nokia of Melancholia calls me out, hardly digging for it by the bottom of brown, leather, a bit-nicked case, I open angrily:

(My forehead heats up like an unignitable fire, hell* I start to look like a drunkard, turned of sucking up poison and a very nonsensical Carbon Dioxide filling the lungs of mine)

ᴡʜᴀᴛ !!!!

ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ɪs ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ,ʜᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴇʀᴅ,ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ,ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ "ONE" ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘʀᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ.Hᴇ ǫᴜᴇʀɪᴇs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴛɪʀɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ:

"Are you lost, or what ?...(laughter)"

Imagining his brown eyebrows furrowing mines in a very fucking, despicable way... "Wait out...you slept till late, cow!

" I had exams, you moth!!!" having the phone in my ear and back hunched, in looking of a place where to fucking turn these ties back again, jams are controlling me upset.

"Come on, not again late !" Daniel doesn't know how to stop when he calls like crazy to infinity. Since he knows how to start, was better to:

"Shut upppp!"

Pressing End call, that is where I finally meet the black and white straps. I meet the last time shoes and begin marching through the cruel crowd.

Kissing fingers' tips and cellphone freezing from the November's unimaginary Fall, Marching alongside everyone (so clogged up), stoop to the corner of cars heading to me...I button upwards the jacket.

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤...

A ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ,ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇxǫᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀʟᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇssɴᴇss.

The black-blurry look of unseen glasses scares my shit* spine and dragging like wounded I run to the safe site.

~𝓐 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰...𝓡𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓯 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷...𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂,𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽,𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂....𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽'𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 ,𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱.~

Ribbon falls and unleashed hair flags simmeringly, heart provoked from both: rush and unexplainable flush.

My feet are directly now feeling the fine, chic, dandy contours of "not my property".

Every limb stopped from moving, terrified from the sounds of wildness, throw away bags and everything smashes like pure, innocent glass meeting the unfortunate, tough rock, who tries to tame steeps in splinters.

A black-suited man "out caves" and my legendary primitive heart submits to outlander's sweet, uncommon words:

" 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼?"

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷...