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It is true what they say about a writer falling in love with you. She will immortalise you in the pages of her journal, she will make you the main character of her stories—a hero, she will turn your love into arrhythmic verses of poetry. But what when you hurt her? Won’t she burn you to ashes, shred your heart, plunge a sword through your chest, or bore a hole in your head in the very stories and verses she scribbles of you? And all these in just a string of letters and words.So, my dear, I tell you this—love, but love well and wisely for how you’d be remembered will depend on how you choose to love her. 

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