Alter
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Everyday's typical. Routines and unexceptional stuffs, seems like traffic lights. Once go then stop. People do what they want, to feel their lips curve to smile. To run out of their ordeal with a proud laugh of freedom. Everyday, you wake up. Everyday, you dream. Everyday, you try. And every single day, you fall. You became less founded. It will make you think of something up to make your life pause forever. But then sun shines, stones crack into indefinite pieces. You are to deal with it. You are the control panel of your life. You are your own medium to change everything. Because everyday's typical and it's you to live it or not. Marse Lewis, an ill-fated prodigy. She is just a failed creation, meaningless. Because of circumstances seemed to be subjugated by her fate, LOVE means nothing at all. Maybe, there's still love in her heart because of her sick mother and a young unfortunate brother. Yet some special kind of love doesn't keep her heart beating unnaturally. Will her corrupted fate change? Will she made her heart beats for love as her life being altered?
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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