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Dernière publication mer., sept. 17, 2025
"We are all meant to die just once, but apparently, that is nothing short of a lie. A fake reality that we are taught in adolescence. When I learned that truth, I lost everything. ፈᏗᏁᏗᏒᎩ When you calmed my mind, you changed me and took the last thing from me that I had. Now I am alone in this world a victim of its unending cruelty. All of you will learn that. When you do you will wish that you treated me better while you had the chance, "
This is not a romance novel. Do not think this is a romance novel.
The sequel is thought.
Not all mobile devices will be able to show all the text accurately as I use fonts as a conveyer of mental health.
Warning
Every warning you can think of. There will be gore rape torture and what is worse.
Also, I make stories by writing the story plot and everything, and rewriting it to fit in the small details. The chapters all the final ones but the story itself has been finished.
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