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Is It Hate? Or Love?

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Reads 1,087
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Parts 24
Time 1h 46m

Writer_At_Heart_12

desire hardship hope hopelessromantic love loveable lovestory romance rough story

I have ice in my veins, blood in my eyes, sorrow in my soul, i would get hit, and abused everyday, by my parents, until they went to jail, but when I keep remembering what they did, it just makes me heartbroken. Is it possible for you to ever find happiness and love it might be hopeless, but I kept going all because I had one thing and that was called Love.All Rights Reserved

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