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𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒍 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒: Destruction of Heart
" 𝑫𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒂.. 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 " 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 two souls, stitched together by chaos- not by choice, not by fate... but by ruin. one was addicted to forgetting, the other was terrified of being remembered. both prayed... but not for each other. one asked for a love worth dying for, the other begged for a love that wouldn't destroy them. ironic, isn't it? because when they met- it didn't feel like peace. it felt like falling... slowly, violently, beautifully. healing was never the plan. they became each other's poison, each other's obsession, each other's home. and maybe that's what love was for them- not soft, not safe... but something that ruins you so perfectly, you never want to be saved.
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