Somehow, we are intertwined
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Publikasi terakhir Kam, Mei 22, 2025
In this historical novel, it captures a story of paranormal with romance.
"Who am I if I must constantly lie to survive?"
fate always had different thoughts in their mind, they always played on the winning sides-not even sparring a glance towards the ones crawling on their knees-begging for mercy or even get a glimpse hope, but fate never even heard the pleas for people of no value or hope don't even deserve to kneel at their feet.
Fate never cared for those who weren't worthy of them, for those people had to create their own fates. Fate didn't care, so most gave up-because if you don't take fate into your own hands, then you will be crushed under their feet like you're just a speck of dirt in their perfect world.
"I have to survive in this world again.."
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