Amina Fix

Biography

An endless adventurer and hopeless romantic.

Samples

The game A wicked game you play for purposes unknown. But soon enough you will reap what is sewn. Seeds of doubt forcefully planted in my heart while you collect your collection of vindictive art. My tears bring you a sick satisfaction, which becomes your fuel to further your cruel emotional distraction. How dare I get mad and question your actions, when it's been a full 2 months since you had your most recent third party attraction. Get over it. Move on. The past is the past, quit reliving it you repeatedly say, yet you continue to make me your heartbroken prey. You cannot change yet choose to not let me go. So now I must decide my fate-must I receive blow after blow or stop playing this sick game. You'll soon realize I was never to blame. Time will pass and guilt will consume your game pieces, finally allowing emotional releases, but too late...I will be gone from your psychological poker. It's now game over.

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Blog entries by Amina Fix

Surfing (23/10/2016)

Tags (23/10/2016)

Words (12/10/2016)

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