You didn't approach me and to be frank, I didn't want you to. But then at the same time I did. I hated my delirious mind more than your devilishly good looks because of my incapability of hating you.
It would be so much easier if I did.
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Toxic
Short Storyshe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
