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Broken Dreams

LECTURAS 715
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LECTURAS 715
Votos 42
Partes 6
Hora 40m

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blood horror mentaldisorders mystery paranoia paranormal romance thriller

Living a life of isolation was the only thing I could ever do. I couldn't interact with the outside because something inside always broke. Unfortunate souls died under my blade, and all I wanted to feel was sorrow. How could I stop from meeting anyone and more importantly, how can I stop hurting them?

[Trigger Warnings]: Blood, slight suicidal thoughts, mental disorders, profanity/strong language, murder.

(Disclaimer: I do not support many of the dark topics I write in my stories. Please read at your own risk as I write many dark subjects in many of stories.)Todos los derechos reservados

blood horror mentaldisorders mystery paranoia paranormal romance thriller

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