A Lover's Notes
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Last published Wed, Aug 26, 2020
These are pieces by girls I have loved. Some are poems, some stories, some entries in their journals that they shared with me. From them, to me, to the world.
PS. Some pieces do not directly refer to/involve me despite being by them and are all shared with the authors' knowledge.
PPS. The main purpose of this was a self-reflective exercise.
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