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Fiction
Mystery
The clock ticks, the clock is ticking memories of that day never left me. hatred ahbored in my heart even. When i knew i love him than words can express.
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"Put your hand over your heart. Do you feel that? It's a ticking clock. It's counting down the seconds. One day, someone's going to want to spend the rest of their life counting down those moments with you. They're going to love everything about you, even the things you don't. Maybe you don't love everything about yourself, maybe you won't tomorrow, maybe you never will. But that's okay, because so many people already do. You'll look back and think of your life now as the past, knowing there was hope for you all along. Someone will change your life. Someone will love you unconditionally. And you may not know it, but someone already does." Who knew, all thanks to my aunt, I'd find my "someone"?

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