Flames Of Wickedness #Wattys2019
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"You know what? I'm saying this even though you are not doing it but.." I paused and looked straight into his eyes."if you ever did love someone in your life... don't."
I continued. "Don't because even your love is as hateful and terrifying as your soul. Don't love because you might kill that person. Don't love, do you hear me?" I pushed him, tears were running down my cheeks.
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