𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊, 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 - The Crown of Wilted Roses 🏛️🥀🕯️
"She was his religion, his muse, his love. He'd rather suffocate than breathe air she had not" - suffocation and love (my favorite metaphors)
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Apr 27, 2023 06:37AM
Hey readers <3Hope you're well and enjoying the story so far, just letting you know that I am currently preparing for my exams and KATs and I'll be sure to update as soon as I can. I really enjoy wr...View all Conversations
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