What I Deserved
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Love. What does it even mean? There are so many different twists and turns, definitions and meanings, from stories and movies to plays and poems, but what really is love? To me love is something treasured by everyone even thought most of the time it leads to heartbreak.
This is only a short story because it's something I had to get off my chest, I hope you like it and give it some support so that I'll know if I should continue or not.
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