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We writers...
We write several stories. We give birth to tons of characters.
I love being their mother. I love giving them a name, a house, a life.
But little do they know how one hell of a mother I am.
I gave them birth, just to torture them till the end of the story.
I gave them a family only to snatch it away when they're too young and innocent.
I gave them love only to separate both of them.
I gave them a story, only to entertain others.
How am I going to face my children? My characters?
How am I going to tell them that I plan their win more than their seeming loss.
That I torture them only to make them born again and stronger than ever.
That I take their love away to make it even more unbreakable.
That I write their story, to make a world I never deserved.
- Kiara
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Разное❝ hundreds of stories, thousands of words wailing in my head pleading to be weaved together and finally make sense ❞
