Forgotten Memories
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Last published Tue, Jun 5, 2018
Being alive is a blessing but having a life like mine is a disaster.
Being me as a person is like a puzzle.
I will never know who I am not until I solve the puzzle.
And the key to answer that puzzle is my Forgotten Memories.
A/n: This is my first story.
I hope you will like it.
Ready your self to laugh,cry and to be inlove.lovelots😘😘
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