" The bullet soars through the chilly night air, with a quiet whistle it hits its target, shattering their happily ever after."
Love is only an abstract thought. We think we have it, we feel we need it, yet we can never hold on to it.
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This is a story of love lost and found. How broken pieces of a person can make a inspiring image.
I hope you like it.
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