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DewasaLengkap Sel, Nov 5, 202435m
Perhaps you assume my heart had been shattered in the past, leading me to vow never to love again. If such assumptions arise, they're not far from the truth. My heart did endure fractures before, but never did I vow not to love. It seems my system underwent modifications following all that hurt, perceiving love as a virus, with elimination as the only preventive measure against self-destruction.
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