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She Is Mine.

She Is Mine.

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture17 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., juil. 29, 2020
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Fiction
Romance
She was breaking by each passing hour Her life taking turns by the hands of whom she called them hers. A sudden meet with the flashlight of heavy cars Changed her life from an end to a new start Where She found him with scars which were needed to be discard. His words were like a scissor making her bleed like a blood fist But, found her deeply engraved in his soul which made his insides cold. But, He said ''She is Mine'' to hold
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Lifeline

She clung to people. He ran from people. She was broken. He thought he could mend her. She lost a baby. He lost his lifeline. She became his worst nightmare. He became her saving grace. She dished his greatest fear. He became her lifeline. **** "Don't. Touch. Me." I spat with tears. My mother gasped. "Kendra..." he whispered. "No! You said she'll be fine. You said it will be okay. Is this okay, No! You didn't keep your word..." I shouted and cried out the last part. I clutched his shirt in my hands and kept hitting him anywhere I could. Every other person in the room just cried. I kept on crying and hitting Ethan. A tear landed on my fist. It wasn't mine. I looked up to find Ethan crying. I didn't care that I was hurting him at the moment. It wasn't his fault. But Emily wasn't here. She never will be. *** This is purely a work of fiction and it's copyrighted. Do Not Steal My Work! Much love, Joy.

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