Heal Me Kill Me [Reconstructed]

Heal Me Kill Me [Reconstructed]

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Cringy and naive writing "May your screams haunt me forever and I live a life of misery till God pities me enough to take me to you" Romance ✅ Twisted family ✅ Angst ✅ Toxic characters ✅ Strong language ✅ Love traingle ✅ Happy ending ? Reconstructed✍️✍️
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