Love stories and imaginary
give girls expectation
yet
expectation kills
it kills me softly
yes
being a girl
a Pisces
imaginary is my born talent
my nature
It kills me
the way it does to others
or does not to others
perhaps
I am just a human
ruled by my own hormone
and unpredictable emotion
how silly
silly meihui

p.s
i should be glad.
it is not jealousy that kills me.
Jealousy had killed me once, the old me.
still, LUVIA~
(sigh)
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