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The swords clanged as we parry, and for several seconds the swords just stay put as we tested each other strength
"It seems I cannot get enough of you, Princess of the sky" He breathed as his face near. I froze. Rope snaked all around my body and bind it.
I screamed as I fell into the raging water, but instead, my body swung, and the softness of his lips covers mine.
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I awoke with a start.
"What? Pirate?"
My life is so dull and bleak, patchy even. I often don't remember my whereabout several days in a row, and sometimes arrived at a place mysteriously.
Yet, my dreams, are so exciting, romantic, and LUCID.
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cathartic writing, so fuck grammar, and it contained abuse, DID, BPD, and well, in short, if you easily get triggered by it, don't read.
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