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An Innocent Evil (Editing)
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Ongoing, First published Sep 22, 2019
Mature
I once fell in loved with a boy who was madly devoted to someone else,  I learn to accept that fact and promise myself to stop this stupid thing called "LOVE" but in an unexpected time, I fell with a man's loyalty and diligence truly. Is it really a planned curse to love a loathed enemy? 

Let's just say I was put under a spell, enchanted.

I hated him, so much. I reached the point where I wanted to kill him but, love is really inevitable, unfathomable as how vast the universe is. I tried so hard to resist what U felt, but I failed. For countless times, I fall and then, i break. Until it turns out that the lies were all scented.

"I should have known, but now it's too late. If only regression can undo things, I'll be holding your hand forever."
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