I could feel the power coursing through my veins. My potential was reached. My boundaries were pushed. Killing her made me stronger. Because as much as I loved her, only one could survive. She knew that walking into my life would kill her. And kill her it did. We were playing a game of will. Who would be the last one standing? Me. She will burn in hell for what she did... If only I didn't burn first...
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Words I'd Never Say
PuisiThis is a book of random things ranging from deep thoughts to ideas and drafts for books and random things to just talk about. Comments are greatly appreciated. (It's more like a connection book. I'll write a few things and you respond. Ready? Jus...
