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That Boy.
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Ongoing, First published Dec 04, 2014
When she falls in love everything around her disappears. And it's just them. When he smiles her heart melts. When he laughs his eyes sparkle. But that one time when everything changed. That one day her heart shatters into a million pieces. She cries until there are no tears left to cry. She fakes the most fake smile. She laughs the saddest laugh. She screams but no one can hear. Her pain is the only true thing in her so called life.
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