It's a day of love.
Yet, I have never been a receiver of them. I've been just a lunatic that had no rights to love. Not even the one who birthed me could look at me without disgust and hatred in her eyes.
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Fanfiction{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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