His Predictions Become My Reality
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Deja vu is a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. Though, my present is exactly as my past had predicted. The people I thought I would never see again and the people I thought I would stay close to forever, all of them were in my prediction. My prediction was disguised as my friend whom wore the same uniform as me.
Now I must find balance between my past and my present. As well as everyone who walked in and out of my life. How on earth will I survive when my daily life starts to become a badly written drama?
Original story by What_Do_I_Say_Next.
Plus cover was made by What_Do_I_Say_Next and Book Cover Maker Pro plus Book covers.
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