Broken Glass *Harry Styles*
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I believe love is oblivious to the fact that i stand on one side of the fence destined to my death in a pit of burning ashes while he stands on the other dressed in his uniform waiting for his commands of murder.
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.Concluida
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Line of Duty Love
When they meet under odd circumstances, things fall into place and love happens right when they both need it only for it to end in tragedy and new life. *A/N: this is just a short story that I did for a class in high school. I fixed as many mistakes as I could but if you find any please let me know.*Concluida
Do Dil Bandhe Ek Dori Se✔
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