Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
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People sometimes kill the people with whom they’re in love. The heart’s mysterious.
What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found? Don’t laugh at me, my love. I know it, I’m awkward and naive...
I have all these voices in my head, but yours… it’s the only one I can’t live without.
Crime, Horror, Thriller