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He laughed without grace.
He laughed seeing his pathetic face in the mirror.
He lost everything, and in a desperate move of his shattered heart, he punched the mirror, breaking its disgusting reflection and watching fragments fall, just like the fragments in his heart.
He started laughing hysterically and fell to the ground among the metaphorical pieces of his life, taking one of them and driving it into his skin.
The relief was immediate, and her eyes revived a little from the pain.
He deserved this pain
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Rio sin gracia.
Rio viendo su patético rostro en el espejo.
Perdió todo y en un desesperante movimiento de su corazón destrozado, lanzo un puñetazo al espejo, rompiendo su asquerosa figura y viendo caer fragmentos de este, como había fragmentos en su corazón.
Empezó a reír de manera histérica y cayó al suelo entre los pedazos metafóricos de su vida y tomo uno de ellos, clavándolo en su piel.
El alivio fue inmediato y sus ojos revivieron un poco al dolor.
Merecía este dolor.
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Los Wen no fueron masacrados. Después de Derrocar a Wen Rouhan, Wei Wuxian destruye el sello del tigre estigio y decide llevarse a los remanentes de los Wen y fundar su pequeña y pacifica secta medica.
Luego de dieciséis años regresa, para encontrar que todo a cambiado y que ¿Lan Zhan esta casado?
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YILING NÁNRÉN by Luna_Shinigami
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) RPF
12 Apr 2021
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Él aun era un mocoso, era su Mocoso aunque aún no lo supiera,
Porque Xiao Zhan obtenía todo lo que quería, incluyendo al rubio mas joven de la Banda Uniq, no por nada era el jefe de la Mafia de Yiling Nanren
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Hannibal entered the office when Jack was already talking with his toy, but stopped at the door; the clothes were different, his face had a small trace of beard, his blue eyes looked at him from behind hideous glasses, the body looked lanky in a disastrous plaid shirt and linen pants that covered everything.
But he could smell it, underneath the smell of dog and sweat, he could smell the night on him.
On her lips I could still see the red trace of the lipstick she wore at night.
And her curls, her curls were as silky as when he stood in the corner every night.
There, in front of him, was his Ladyboy.

