ⁿᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ ᵈᵃˢ ᶠᵃᵈᵃˢ, ⁿᵃ̃ᵒ ʰᵃ́ ᵈᵒᵘʳᵃᵈⁱⁿʰᵒˢ, ᵏᵉᵗᶜʰᵘᵖ ᵒᵘ ᵗᵉˡᵉᵛⁱˢᵃ̃ᵒ
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Stories by krasivoechudovishche
You were never mine to love
I loved you in silence.
Not the kind of love that asks to be returned, and not the kind that ever needed perm...
Dead hearts don't heal
There is something wrong with the way her heart continues to work.
It beats, but not gently.
It drags her th...
