A S T A R I S B O R N

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I
Hate
The
Way

How
My
Thoughts
Aren't
Mine

Now
They're
Yours

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Having someone who is your equal
Your other piece to your puzzle
Someone who is your mate
Is a wonderful
Blissful, Beautiful thing
But
What they failed to mention was
How much it could break you

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Aurora Delaney Starborn

Music was her way of escaping, her way of expressing herself. She found it easy to be lost in it. To be free in it. But no matter what she can't escape in it to erase the pain. The agony. The hurt. From the one person she thought would be her melody. Her saving grace. Her mate.

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