Prologue

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I met a boy,

Whose eyes so beautiful,

Whose eyes we're green as the grass.

His voice is like an angel sent from above,

His soft pink lips that I want to touch and kiss badly.

The way he talk,

The way he walk,

The way he say my name,

Is like a pleasant music to my ears.

I get so lost that I can't even utter a single word properly.

I unexpectedly fell deeply in the trap of love

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