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Till Love We Fall

by VortexWriting | Score: 350

Dear Lady Veanna Rowan,

Everyday since I seen you the voice in my head has been getting louder. It's only been fifteen days, but every day makes me feel more sick to my stomach. It scares me to know that something in me is able to have these terrible thoughts, about all the things that I could do just because I'm a prince. You make me scared that I may be the bad guy, and that just cant be true. 

Yours Truly, Prince Erin Wons Of Alense

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