Mercedes

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She grew up where love was loud, fake, and never stayed. Pretty eyes learned early how to look innocent while her mind stayed mean. Long hair, body right she said whatever came first and dealt with the mess ,then spend their money , Cry when it benefited her, ghost when it didn’t. Loyalty was a word she liked, not one she practiced. The hood made her selfish, the men made her colder, and the attention made her reckless. She knew she and didn’t care. In her world, heartbreak was currency, and she stayed paid.