The broken hearts of one
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I am not plagiarizing in anyway shape or form. I own the story completely and if you find this story with a different name and writer. That is just me because my account was crapping out So I had to create a new one. and I also change The Name to be more dramatic ok And here is The real description now
This story is a haunting tale of my own creation about Tragic event that took Lives of 450 million people and I am talking about. The Bubonic plague the Black Death It took 60% of the European population The story is not based on Hysterical fact No this tail is based on the emotion of those Those afflicted by this Tragedy at the time based on pure emotion and very little evidence But I assure Moved at least a little at the most you cry And I hope you enjoy this and give me your Thoughts opinions what have you or vote for me if you wish.
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