•MY ROGUE HEART•
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Some truths are better left unsaid
A heart so vulnerable, a will so strong.
Belief routed so deep, scars with lingering defeat.
A love that questions all, the two desperately fall.
Deepest quests, better left unmet.
Or are they?
Some truths are better left
Said?
***
Vanessa has always had a system of running things, conveniencecy being the order of the day. Her life has always been an odd turn of events, each more confusing, conflicting but always resulted in her betterment. She never dwelled on it.
She is my drug, an addiction that I shall carry onto my very last breath, and even after that. ~Aiden Krestwood~
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