sábado, julio 25

Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time. We were more than friends, before the story ends, and I will take what's mine, create what. God would never design, our love had been so strong for far too long, I was weak with fear that, something would go wrong, before the possibilities came true, I took all possibility from you, almost laughed myself to tears, conjuring her deepest fears.

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