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A sad smile slowly crept itself on her lips, as she caressed a dried petal of a rose against her fingertips.

It was safely affixed on one of the pages of her old diary, making her retrieve a memory she has forgotten entirely.

She closes the diary and swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat,
gave in to a breathy sigh as if wishing her story has been rewrote.


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