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"DRAVEN “

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Lisa POV

“Lisa you are the most beautiful and strongest person i have ever met and I'd never forsake or ever make you feel alone”

Funny how those words sounds like forever, but now

“If you’re that uncomfortable, maybe you should leave. I don’t want another one of your dramatics here.” the contrast cuts deeper than I'd love to admit.

i was his moon, wasn't i ?

Suddenly he wouldn't care if i go to hell,

How fast people change.

A bitter smile touches my face as i pick up a stone an
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