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I don't want to try ... I want to succeed in fighting away from all that it was before. Everything that you, without even trying, succeeded in taking from me. It hurts, I admit it, yes, not because it was doing it but because it was me letting you go do all the thing you did. I allowed a heart to rip out a soul and tear it into pieces, without a reason why, for those 4 years. I never got the pieces, you threw them everywhere in the world and mocked me saying now go fetch, little bitch. It's gorgeous, to know how to make one cry when you know full well they are crying after you? You took no time to know the background. This is a story of heartbreak, and of putting it all back together. I thank you. But it is enough, enough for me. From now on, I am me, the one after. Because you will not have power above me, on me, because we write our own stories like the Greeks did. So this is my story. The girl after, Ela after, Ela ever after. Elle because my name is the word of our heartbroken princesses around the world. Je t'aime a mourir --------------- Read at your own risk, hate is not tolerated. To the brotherhood we go
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