Cycle of Love
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"Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself."
-Deborah Reber, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
Hey, hope you enjoy reading this. Please know that I'm trying to finish this story but time isn't enough. I apologize for the grammar slips and errors in punctuation. Well, I'm just human. ✌️ I am confessing that I'm not good in using the quotation marks "", sorry. But I tried to put it in a way that readers will understand the story.
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