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[ Havoc ]
Why is my love always a dance of pain and desire? My love is never lovely, never beautiful; it is never a fairy-like feeling other girls tell their friends about. Mine's a dark shade of red—painful and dirty. It doesn't make flowers bloom but instead brings drought. My love is not a shiny day but a strong surge of storm, causing havoc to my entire core.
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