Nessian
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Last published Sat, Dec 11, 2021
I'm not gonna fight back what've become. I'm not gonna turn around and thank everyone who pushed me away. And I'm not freaking way to "healing", like everyone in Rhysand's little clique wants me to. I'm sick and tired of being screwed over. And screwing people over. I just want my space.
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