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Joining the Victubia Fanficion BandwagonTo many, she was Queen Minx. Apart of a royal family, born as a fighter, but grew up in the leadership of ruffians. She was not the most graceful woman, hell, her potty mouth was well known in the towns. She gave out a willing hand to those in need. Even though I was from another country, she accepted me in open arms from off the streets.
But as a ruler of kingdoms, she was very secretive. The public barely knew her real name. To them, I was known as her right hand woman. But what they didn't know was that I was Michelle's lover.
Nightfall had come and I had just arrived to the market. The street lanterns, lining up against every building, shedding light to every part of the town.
I pulled my thin black hood to cover my eyes. The farmer's market was busier in this town. It was the busiest I've ever seen since the journey started.
I tried to shove my way through the waves and waves of townspeople. My stomach growled, loud enough for me to hear
My Dream (Serah)"Serah."
Serah? Who on earth is Serah?
It felt like a pain to open my eyes. I nearly drifted off the moment I saw light. Pure blue. Her eyes were pure blue. She stared at me curiously and offered me a hand.
"Serah, are you okay? You fuckin' banged 'der head or something?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at me.
I smirked. I'm not sure what kind of accent she had. It sounded Irish. But what do I know, I've never heard an Irish accent.
Guess I'm Serah, then.
I stood up and somehow, millions of children entered my peripheral vision. Alarmed, I took a step back. I felt the another body brush up against me and I squealed.
"Jesus. Get a hol' of yourself." the brunette chuckled, taking my hand and setting me back in line.
"Sorry." Oh my goodness. My voice. Gosh. I sound British.
"Don't get sorry, just get back in line ya' dumb dumb."
I took a look around the line. It looked like some kind of conveyor belt. It was much larger to the support the weight of a whol
this is a poemNot really sure what to write
I kinda just like to type
This can't even be considered poetry
This is just garbage out of my mouth
With no particular meaning
I guess I never fell in love
My life has been easy
Kind of, just not as hard
I'm pretty boring, I know, I get it
Not anything special
Don't like being called a faggot
Now if you're done judging me
As if you've known me as a baby
I'll just farewell with "Fuck it"
"Imma watch some Zoey Proasheck"
That didn't rhyme
I don't care anymore
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