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Acesuper takes a long drag from a 72 Light. His face thinner. Deeper bags sitting on his high cheekbones. His once beautiful black locks now buzzed short. He looks back at the screen. His movements slower. His heart aching. 5 days of stubble riding down his jawline. Older. 25. Not a kid anymore.
"I'm older now. 25. Not a kid anymore."
He wear's a black ribbon tied around his wrist. No other accessories. No tats or piercings. No Facebook or Myspace.
"I am who I am. Fuck Facebook. Fuck Drake."
Ace puts out his cig.
"Fuck cigarettes."
Ace sits up straight. Smirks. His little yellow flower long gone. His first true love. Gone...His heart, his heart. Like a young second lieutenant daydreaming in front of his men, Ace quickly straightens his spine. The yellow flower on his desk withering. He picks it up. Looks at the brownish yellow petals. The withering stem. Smiles.
"But never, ever, fuck Love. For Love is sacred. And Love finds a way. Hi, I am Acesuper. And I am a loyal son of a bitch."
"I'm older now. 25. Not a kid anymore."
He wear's a black ribbon tied around his wrist. No other accessories. No tats or piercings. No Facebook or Myspace.
"I am who I am. Fuck Facebook. Fuck Drake."
Ace puts out his cig.
"Fuck cigarettes."
Ace sits up straight. Smirks. His little yellow flower long gone. His first true love. Gone...His heart, his heart. Like a young second lieutenant daydreaming in front of his men, Ace quickly straightens his spine. The yellow flower on his desk withering. He picks it up. Looks at the brownish yellow petals. The withering stem. Smiles.
"But never, ever, fuck Love. For Love is sacred. And Love finds a way. Hi, I am Acesuper. And I am a loyal son of a bitch."
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