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Romance
I always thought that life was exactly what I can see. Straight forward, direct, you get what you get and you deal with it. Except for when I was writing...It was like a different side of myself unleashed on paper, and it felt so good. Writing is my only true getaway. What happens when I suddenly find that fire in my actual life? Meeting someone that redefines and colors the world in ways I didn't even know existed. Could I risk it all and find my happiness in ways I didn't even know existed?
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This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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