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Her eyes were open wounds and as she sat there she was forced to consume, to consume the images of her bleeding heart slowly yet furiously being ripped apart. She couldn’t look away nor escape, for the hands participating in this torture were unique in their ability to be the very ones to restore her. He was both her ruination and her salvation, a fate that she has taken without hesitation. She is at the point of no return and she’d willingly follow him straight to hell even if it meant that she’d burn.
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Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 2:31 AM UTC
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Her eyes were open wounds and as she sat there she was forced to consume, to consume the images of her bleeding heart slowly yet furiously being ripped apart. She couldn’t look away nor escape, for the hands participating in this torture were unique in their ability to be the very ones to restore her. He was both her ruination and her salvation, a fate that she has taken without hesitation. She is at the point of no return and she’d willingly follow him straight to hell even if it meant that she’d burn.
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Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 2:31 AM UTC
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