She was like a rose who came into nothingness.
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One summer morning of the month of May, where flowers bloom magnificently, Precious accidentally pricked her fingers from the thorns of roses because of a certain man who accidentally bumped her...
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— part i —
you are like a bud who was not yet blooming, but full of secrets.
you are like a bud that needs protection because you're imperfect.
monsters and evils will always come at you who will use your inner self to chase you, and throw daggers that could pierce your heart, but your face shouts for dominance like how roses are waiting for the day to have thorns that could hurt them back, and still says you're beautiful, yet it bleed their fingers like how their hearts were bleeding from the monsters and evils inside them.
gwinlentia
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hi! thank you so much for being here. this is the new plot of precious chase of hearts. it may or may not follow the old plot since i am still rewriting it, but i am very grateful that you are here and will try to read this story. i cannot promise perfection, but i will pour my passion in writing throughout this story and will always enjoy the process i have made for the past years. i hope you will like the new version of precious chase of hearts and you will have the best ulam everyday. have a nice day everyone! good luck with your exams, jobs, and goals in life. keep fighting! 🌼🌼
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the story is slowburn and is written in its revised first draft, the rough draft i must say. you may encounter typographical errors and grammatically incorrect sentences.
you may encounter spellings like instead of recognize is written in recognise, color is colour, and so much as i am following british english rule. i hope it does not affect you while you're reading. thank you so much! i 🌼 u!
