Love Wounds
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Torn between freedom and scars, love messes with your mind. Sometimes a knight comes to find, the remains that's left behind.
(**Warning** Rated R for nude scenes, drug use, sexual assault, language, violence, eating disorders and acts of self harm. I in no way support or glamorize eating disorders, drug use, abortion, alcohol abuse, rape, violence, or acts of self harm. If you are having any problems depicted in this story, or any at all, please call a number below)
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