Fate's Identity

Fate's Identity

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Jul 11, 202018h 22m
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Fifth Harmony
I will always be with you At least that was what he told me. From simple to cruelty, I always thought he would never leave me. He told me...many, many times. In the end, he did. Breathless and scare. My soul has been taken out of my body, and I stayed put and waited. There's nothing left of me. In this house, memories of heartbreak and endless torment captured its essence. The house was the beginning of it and the ending. The cruelty that everyone around him brought me. I couldn't fight and win. In my entire life, I always stayed put and in my comfort zone. I didn't like drama, and I always try to be optimistic in situations where things were doom to fall and crash. Why did I think that this is any different? (A beautiful, tragic, dark and deep love story)
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