Mending Eachother ✔

Mending Eachother ✔

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~☆ a story that revolves around an anonymous gangster and an abandoned innocent soul. the broken souls needs someone to mend them, someone to fix their pieces but- -will one manage to mend the broken parts of other or will other keep shattering that one? ☆~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ OKAY SO HERE I'M WITH A STORY OF FULL PACKAGE, DRAMA, ROMANCE, BETRAYAL, LOVE, HATRED, AFFECTION, LUST, PAIN AND MANY MORE. Not your typical story it is though but it can be cliché, I can't assure you. :D Join us and have some fun♡
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