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Paragon
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    Chapitres 23
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    LECTURES 302
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    Chapitres 23
Terminé, Publié initialement avr. 03, 2021
We all have different choices in our lives. Often times we are facing different circumstances wherein we have to choose. We have to pick what's best. I, myself... I admit that I'm bad at it, cause all along the paragon was in front of me, but I was too scared to claim it. Terrified is an understatement for the feeling that creeps inside of me whenever I think that I am too careless to hold her and she is too fragile to be held. I was a coward who is insanely brave to fall in-love with her.
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