Love is a Beast

So I started dating this guy in my high school. He was the only guy in in our grade with a mustache. Seeing as I was the only girl in our grade with one too it worked out perfectly. Well I guess you could say perfect until he asked me to shave it. Then I met his twin. Luckily for me his twin was gay and didn't mind a girl with a mustache.

When we kissed our mustaches would caress each other's lips symbolizing our love for one another. Then he left me for Veronica (previously Victor). I tried everything to win him back. Nothing worked. That's when I decided that I don't deserve to be loved and to love others. I'm a beast.

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