Unfulfilled Promise

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comedy friends humor kilig romance slice-of-life teen-drama

Under the pale purple sky,

We'd always hold hands and walk home.

At that time,

Even the bright moon was smiling.

At that time,

We believed that we would be together forever. 

But I was wrong .

-Hailey AllisonTodos los derechos reservados

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