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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ With love; comes either a blossoming triumph, or a plundering tragedy. Blood bleeds, drinks spill, eyes linger, watching one another. Heavy breathes heave into a slurred reality no one dared to ever imagine. It was true, two hearts were beginning to thred a bond. ⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A bond that never should have been. ⠀⠀⠀
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