Beautiful Torture

Pulchra Cruciatu
Beautiful Torture

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For the one I could never- no matter how hard I tried- love.

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Blades

When a glass falls, its shards adorn the floor.
Maybe drops of blood does too, who knows?

But those shards?

Could be thrown away.
Could be used to make something else.
Could be used as a weapon of opportunity.

I am a broken glass.
How will you use me?

Absolvi meam animam. ~ I have set my mind free. I got that off my chest.

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This book is a timeline of my love and pain, dedicated to the ones I love.
My love is eternal and unconditional, though, you may not return my love.

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