Arsenic

I grew up thinking that my first love would be something amazing. It would be with a boy who would treat me as if I was his whole entire world. He’d love me unconditionally and he wouldn’t hold back. It’d be every cliché, the roses on Valentine's Day, presents for every anniversary, a phone call every night before we went to bed, and so on. Oh how wrong I was.

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entry for: Picture Contest by Chemical Vengeance (with help from the ghost) (Second Place)

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