My Sanity, My Teacher
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"I was so angry at you when you ran away from me at the restaurant.But now you are safe in my arms and nobody can take you away from me my love"he said in a sweet voice which was far from sweet,he started giving me feather like kisses on my face and was repeating mine word like a mantra.
I hate you so much and your whole existence I thought in my mind.
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#2 forced love.
#3 forcing.
#8 stalker.
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