Reflection
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- Parts 2
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Dec 18, 2013
What are we but a star in the sky at night. Wishing on that star to make all your dreams come true. Smiling knowing those stars are holding your hopes, your dreams and life. But when you wake up it's gone. The romance that had a twist like never before. The story of how to lovers found each other. Three words spoken that made there day, everyday. two words were the un breakable words bounded by love. One word there world came burning down. REFLECTION.
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