Thoughts & Things
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MatureOngoing21m
Last published Tue, Apr 7, 2020
Everything in life is different. We experience love and loneliness different yet, it's sometimes the same. These "stories" are in different point of views. Maybe just maybe some of these stories are points in my past and future. I hope you enjoy reading them. :)
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