What the hell do you think you're doing? No, don't read this shit. Leave Now. It SUCKS. Art? Art?! This is not art. Charles Dickens is Art. Jk Rowling is Art. This is a story filled with absolute shit. Literally. That's all it is. I advise you to make a 360 and exit out of this hellhole before you get sucked in and literally be fuckily confused in the head. See, fuckily isn't even a word... suckingness spoiler alert given. I'm still trying to figure out why this story has 34 million reads. I do not deserve all your hours of you reading this fucking piece of trash. The number of reads must be rigged. You want to be mind fucked? Brain screwed? Cerebrum bent? Hell bought? Okay. Fine. I fucking warned you. Read at your own risk bitch. No. I don't swear a lot.
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Romance"I was broken. Nothing, no one could fix me. Until you came into my life again. I wish I had gone with you that day instead of him. Because, now I can't imagine how I spent the previous years of my life without you by my side. You are my savior. You...
