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The worst scars are the ones on your wrist. She smiles and laugh's but deep down inside she is sad and in pain. Call me a slut call me a whore and people say I didn't call you ask did you call me that and they say no but they really called you a slut and a whore. His smile his laugh his happiness his sadness and he is my everything... Silly little girl don't fool your self they've seen your scars just don't want to help. Little do they know how much could change with three little word &quot;are you okay&quot;, She hurts she cries but you cant see the depression in her eyes because she just smiles... So I lie in darkness, words buzzin in my head, buzzin in my head thoughts of emotiness and death buzzin in my head buzzin in my head buzzin in my head, I draw my final breath and now acid eating away my nerves, blackening them like ash. Death upon my face as humanity take it's place... Chaotic words screaming through my bones.
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There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

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