Suicide Deja Vu
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This isn't a love story. It's a sad story, of a boy lost between two worlds; his fiction and realiy. Everything goes haywire when he looses his memory for the second time but that wasn't the sad part. He lost his sanity too. He didn't ask for all this, all he wanted was vanilla, yet he got strawberry, mint, chocolate, cotton candy, but most importantly, he got the topping no one else had, caramel and a cherry on top.
Watch Kim Reu find his way through life as dirty secrets from the past pop up along the ride.
//"I know what I'm saying Mum. I know I'm not crazy. I didn't make all that up!!" Reu said feeling like he was insane.
"I don't care Reu! You're marrying Mija and that's final." His mum shouted back at him.
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