The Labyrinth Of Daisies

The Labyrinth Of Daisies

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Love has a strange way of finding you. Sometimes it is the stranger who seemed curious about you in the bus. Sometimes it is the guy who dared to sit beside you after being labelled as a social outcast. Sometimes it is after you have lost everything you had... Love finds you. No matter where you are, no matter who you are, love would find you, wrap you in it's endless warmth, sorrow, and thousand other emotions making you feel things you never felt. Love would make a way in your heart, no matter how finely you built the walls in there. You will break, you will heal, you will live. ⚠️READER'S DESCRIPTION ADVISED.⚠️ 💔Contains mature themes like bullying, violence, sexual activities which might be triggering to some, please read only if you are above 18+ and are okay with reading books leaning heavily on metaphorical reality, and mature themes. *contains triggering factors like mention of rape, social systems, and language.* 💌 updates every thur.
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She looked straight through me - like she already knew the ruins I was made of. And still sat next to me... like she wasn't afraid of turning to ash. She doesn't know what she's walked into. She doesn't know the things I've done. The darkness I carry. The name I still curse in my sleep. But she smiled at me. And I broke. Not because I was weak. But because for the first time in a long time - I wanted to be someone worth staying for. This isn't about forgetting the past. It's about what happens... when someone new walks in and makes the past bleed. She's not my first love. But she might just be the one I destroy myself for. Because butterflies don't heal broken men. But she's not just a butterfly. SHE IS MINE BUTTERFLY 🦋. I don't appreciate copying.

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