You, Me And Our Prison Called Love
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Last published Wed, Jul 22, 2020
The rain is often used to symbolise sadness and tragedies in movies, but as I stood with my umbrella clutched in my hand waiting for my taxi, my heart fluttered at the sight of him. It was the best day of my life, little did I know that it was only the beginning of a tragedy.
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