Unusual Love vs Willingly Hate

His love dropped on her skin as an untimely fresh air and unaware of the fact she pushed her heart to him. It was the hueful spring that muffled the troubles of his gesture; endearment named it 'an unusual love'. Glued to his astounding charm, she marinated herself in the fragrance of elation, nothing could be more pious than witnessing the ransacked yearning in the eyes of the beloved. The blaze raised on both sides, they willingly burnt their souls in the melting lava of love, and after a blink of eyes, things turned upside down. Don't hate her as she's turned a blood-sucking witch now after the horrific blunder of heartbreak. the fate had everything fixed when he revealed the blasphemous evil out of h

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im, his throne pierced through her tender heart, marauding her in the war-affected zone of love. Her innocuousness had nothing but dwelling in the paranoia of solitude. Her period of seclusion was her preparation to the alleys of hatred, she searches for the odor of innocents and kills them smothering their faith, she no longer worships the divinity of love, as she's sucked the worst venom of wretchedness, counting her each breath in the name of revenge. "Men's faces are the foulest joke", she says, crippling down her urge to re-love in the grave of grief. Her sagacity of both love and hate enthroned her the crown of hatred; she is the queen now. Stretching like the aphrodite of pain, she hates willingly