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Special force

I HATE love.

The way it clings to me.

Covertly finding a way in.

Gradually displacing my love of hatred.


Fuck! see?


there it is again!

oh! the crafty beautiful bastard!

◄ The wind Has to be male

Muthering heights ►


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