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❝Silly me, forgot rich boys doesn't have hearts❞ the rose like heart of the girl standing afar broke into crystals. ~ ____________♡____________~ Life like a frail miserable fairy tale. A heart of a white dove. Had less but genuine people around who cared and basically cherished. But the question was 'who am i'? A princess? Wrong again. A princess who's locked inside the ashes of anxiety and immense amount of pungent depression. In a room full of hatred and self-harm. In a room full of evil eyes she've seen her whole life. A room with a lost key; which could possibly be found. But who knows? Who will find this golden key? Who will be the one to open this petrifing room up and free the so-called princess from her misery? Maybe a prince? Or an angel? Levi Akerman. Mary Wilson. Also known as two lost souls. ♡He had everything she didn't. One was medicine and the other was sick. One was cold and the other was saccharine. One was was rich and the other was poor. One was ruthless and the other was soft-hearted. None had anything common.♡ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Warning: contains strong language, abuse, rape and a whole lot of anxiety.Read at your own risk.
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