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(Lovers To Enemies)
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For the world, πππππππΌ ππΌππππππΌ had everything a woman would desire for herself. Beauty, brain, name and Fame and every another thing but all for the outside eyes. In behind the closed doors, all she had was a heart stained in dirt. The dirt she despised, the dirt that destroyed the only beautiful thing she ever desired.
Her love.
A man she loved with her soul. A man who warmed her heart. A man who worshipped her like a goddess. But in return all she gave him was a broken heart.
πΌπππΌπΏ ππΌππΎππΌππΏ, have everything, a man would want in life. But yet he had nothing. Because how could a man be complete without his heart?
Sadly, the heart is smashed into pieces by that one chivalrous queen, he loved with his soul.
He gave her his heart and she stomped on it for thousand times until the love turned into gut wrenching hatred.
The knots of hatred will surely burn everyone but the question is will that be for worse or something better?
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