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May 2019
The way you touch me,
makes it looks like you're touching something fragile.
But this twisted fairy tale of ours,
looked like wilted flowers.


The more you took care of me,
the more cruel you destroy me.
Every love story will either end happily or sadly.
Written by
Twaffle  17/F
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