Guenvene's Love
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MatureOngoing8m
Last published Sun, Jun 4, 2017
Love.
What a sticky emotion.
Pain should replace Love.
Why is Love what I think I feel, but all it brings me is Pain.
Could I end it all?
Its just a simple choice.
Which one to Love, and which one to Kill.
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