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May 2016
She's the ultimate mistress
Boys and girls bend to her, just to get a little sample of her power
They wait their whole life to feel her presence. Go through their whole life, trying to track her down so they can finally meet her. So that they can finally feel, well, something. So they can pretend their life was worth something
She turns good men into fools, and fools into good men
She turns good girls bad, and bad girls good
She doesn't care about money or success
But watch out, for the minute she has you wrapped up in her game, she'll ***** you over, because, well, she's the player who invented it, and you have to play by her rules.
She leaves you broken. Destroyed into a thousand pieces.
She left me breathless, restless with a feeling of lessness
Because I feel in love with her and not him
Feel in love with what we could be,
but not him
With a blink of an eye, she's on to the next.
The same pattern that has formed many times and will again and again and again.
Because while she stays evergreen, I'll grow old and became one with the earth.
She'll attend my funeral through my family and friends
Louise Ruen
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Louise Ruen  19/F/Denmark
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