Well Said

Well Said

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"I don't believe he deserves the thousands of poems I've written about him, but life doesn't follow rules. We do things for people who don't necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it." ― Dominic Riccitello "Love is a wild fire that cannot be contained by any mere element known to man." ― Cristina Marrero "I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never been given enough pleasure so that my brain has not had the leisure to seek better...I have wanted the impossible..." ― Rachilde, Monsieur Venus: A Materialist Novel "Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you." ― Israelmore Ayivo
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❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

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