Hi to whoever may be reading this.
I started this story quite some time ago. Quite some time has passed, and now I realize, I have lost inspiration. Every word, although possibly different in the reader's eyes, is horrible to me. Therefore, I cannot force myself to write something I am no longer passionate about.
So yes. It is that dreadful words. Haitus.
The Broken Ones may return, in one way or another. Only once I find the inspiration.
-55leftturns
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The Broken Ones
Fantasía*****ON HOLD***** Three kids, three broken hearts, brought together by what some would consider being fate. Troubled pasts and presents continue to linger in the three's lives, eating away at them each and every day, controlling them in a way, but i...
