The Broken gem

The Broken gem

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I've found you and once I get you, I will marry you and I will kill that Peter pan and his followers , get it cus I called Peter pans friends followers oh princess I know you're not laughing so I'll just stop , I know where you are and where you're hiding. I read the letter with tears in my eyes so this is it , this is the end after everything it's just gonna end it like this I always thought if I was gonna die, it will be in a cool way but no I'll rather kill myself than marry the wretched bastard. ---------------------------------------------- This is about a very broken girl who is still suffering from her divorced parents to the death of her sister... And maybe that's what Anthony wants or rather 'Peter pan' he wanted a broken gem so he can heal it and then manipulate it because he is not pure, he wanted the purest of hearts so he can destroy it and trick it but she's pretty messed up and she isn't taking shit from no one. 'ok let's save your fucking city' I mutter eyeing the fairies.
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."

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