Him.
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Him. You simply cannot describe him, in one word, sentence, or even a paragraph. Or more specifically, what he is to me. Every positive attribute of a person that exists in this monstrous world, is an understatement. It seems that there is a persistant willingness to try to defy these so generous words, but that is impossible. To attempt to destroy my personal view of him, is like attempting to destroy something that can never be destroyed. Some may think this is an over exaggerated vision, but they could never understand. e. g. w. Harry Styles au
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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