. ˚◞🌷CHEOLLIEBAE

˗ˏˋ𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖑 'ˎ     

‧₊˚♡ id kneel for him·˚ ✩ 
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                               ˏˋ°•groups id do anything for✎⁀➷
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➶.˚ they have me on a chokehold its insane:__
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˚ ༘ ♫ ·˚STRAY KIDS ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
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                               ╰ ─┉─¡! SAMPLE !¡─┉─ ╯

i used to be the living embodiment of attention, just the feeling of eyes staring at me. fear, jealousy, as i walk through halls, power booming with every step, just a scent can make them beg, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, "please" it was so refreshing to hear them plead, and all theyd get was nothing but a mocking stare, yet they still tried, pitiful as they were, but i know my worth, im not a doll to be shown off, im expensive, a doll with a tag worth more than a millionaires salary

then he came, and the girls absolutely swooned for him, he looked at me like i was nothing but a rag, it hurt, he told me that boys like me were 'spoiled' and would tell me nothing but nice things with a sweet tone, yet every word, if i even cared to notice, were nothing but sharp needles, stitching a new doll, but it wasnt soft, it had nothing on the inside, just air, hollow and empty, but he was the one wasnt he? a millionare with a sweet voice, someone that could take care of me!

but my facade was fading, the boy who acted independently, a softie with a death glare, (𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴), the little softie worth as much as USA's whole debt, soon declining to nothing but a dime.

it wasnt just girls that swooned over that boy, it was also him, the independent bitch with the same honorary treatment of the queen.

he doesnt remember how the boy sweeped him of his feet maybe his charming smile or his overprotective shoulder, but whatever it is, he should open up his eyes to this, control, this strong hold. 


so wake up softie, open your eyes.