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Autour de ma Vénus (Valentine’s Edition) | Epic Love Ballad 🎶💖 #shorts

🌠 An infinite love story written in the stars… "Autour de ma Vénus (Valentine’s Edition)" is a romantic and celestial ballad, perfect for this Valentine’s season. Let the cosmic embrace of love take you beyond time. 💫💖

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This was a liveblog of a story my roomie told. I haven't edited anything out, and I corrected grammar after I finished. Obviously the story wasn't told like this - I embellished as she went along. Some people might say this is private but it isn't.

School was almost out. They were all friends, much to her astonishment. Her old friends slowly fell out of touch as she she became a part of the adolescent elite. Goddesses of the academic world. Brushing shoulders was a huge boost in the social hierarchy, much help provided by her talented painting and wit. Plans made to mingle away from the peasantry, a relationship changed just like that. Jumping on beds, hanging out, it was a good life. Life turned upside down, happiness was overflowing, suffocating Meghan within the tight confines at the top the pecking order. Haters were HATIN', but the hottest guys swung by once in awhile. Old crushes pay you visits to swap saliva. To quote Weezer: it was the best time of my life. Sleepovers every night! Sleep in every day! Go skinny dipping EVERY DAY. Independence and sexuality were what was on the menu, and they dined with delight. 

She just has a really good memory. She doesn't wanna bone.

And then, high school. And the gravy train kept on rollin': sexual interactions, fitting of ancient goddessess and their gods. Athletic young winners on the brink of ruin. All the time spent upon their golden perch made them unfamiliar with the brightness of the sun, and they did become blind. They marveled in their own wonder, modern age Narcissus gazing at his pool. And so as they gave themselves away came dark and unfortunate deeds. 

Perhaps a project on group dynamics is called for. Its about asking the stories of women through the secondary school system, no doubt an important part of our life and controlled by these weird cliques of people.

Jealousy drove the lesser girls mad. They began to plot to clutch the ankle of their idol, snatching them away from the spotlight and into the despair their lives had become. The art class had been copied: her skills cheapened by the immorality of thieves. Hot musicians, oh my god. If they proved they could get those guys, they might be worthy of a sideways glance. 

University. Parties and friends, conversations had about drama drama drama. No best friends to be seen. A lack of comparative minds until lo, a gifted group of youngsters naturally drawn together to make stories with. Shane among them, who broke the poor girl's heart. Went things went bad with Christina, Sarah was there for her. Paul overseas, his girlfriend showering with another girl all the way across the ocean. Wyatt claimed the crown as their wiser, more mature leader. 

Within the group of friends came bonds, but not attraction. Not for her at least. Friendships remain intact, boldly going forward into New York despite a torrent of dirty deeds no one was willing to speak of. 

And then, life turned to shit. Everyone is really busy young. The drama keeps coming, no backup in sight. The group polarized with only one friend for a posse. Hatred for her eventual steady boyfriend, and a peace offering in the form of an invitation to a barbeque.