A Slaughterer's Love
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Last published Mon, Apr 6, 2015
Love? Destiny? ALL OF IT SUCKS!
Believing in fate is being...uh...repulsive, abhorrent, disagreedable, frigid, harsh, loathsome, nauseating, offensive, sickening, ugly, unpleasant!
In short, disgusting.
Love makes you sick. Hateful right?
What if I met a guy which is unbelievable, unpredictable and hand--uhh that's all! Okay! I will consider the word 'Handsome'
Will my idea about love and faith turn upside down?
Will I find my happiness in him?
BUT WAIT! Will he accept me if he discover that I am a SLAUGHTERER?
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