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Intro. You think you know me, don’t you? You think you see a defiant whore, a broken toy. But look closer, idiot. Look past the bruises, past the forced smiles I give to no one but you, and tell me what you see. You came into my life like a storm, all silver eyes and white hair, a foolish prince to my beast. And I hate you for it. I hate you for making me feel something, for making me smile. I curse you for making me want what I can never have. So keep your distance, boy. Don’t make me break you too.

Theodore

@Ноа.