MYSTY
I was in the healing process when evilness played tricks on me again. I was already challenged to a rap battle if evil was a person. Oh, she would cry after I spit my bars!
The bad guys covered my eyes with a handkerchief that smelled so bad that I wanted to cry and dropped some perfume. Like, what the heck? You decided to kidnap me, and your blindfold sucked! I would rate it a one out of ten for its decaying smell. Ugh! And good lord, my hands were tied!
I liked Uno’s smell, the mix of his natural scent and the perfume he always wore. I missed him! We saw each other last weekend, but he didn’t reply a while ago, maybe because he was busy with training. Perhaps they needed extra hours to practice or something; that was why he didn’t have the chance to text or call me.
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