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Does Love Exist?
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    Chapitres 37
  • WpHistory
    Durée 10h 27m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement févr. 05, 2022
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Does love exist? It's something I've often wondered about. I have never been one to believe in love because I have never experienced it for myself. I've seen my parents love each other, but that only lasted so long. They passed away not too long ago, and I miss them every day. 

When I talk about love, I mean true, pure love. I see people loving one another, but do they really love one another? If you know what I mean. Everyone should believe in love, yet for some reason, I just can't. I wonder if I will ever find the love I'm looking for, or maybe if I just believe, love will come looking for me. 

Hi, my name is Serenity Asé Rosee, and welcome to my life. Are you ready for this journey?

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