Some girls don’t like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦.𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺-𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴.𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘛𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘖𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦.𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳…86
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