Wildest Dream
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Last published Tue, Feb 3, 2015
Its about what i want, its about who i want to be together with and its about what my mind creates. I love someone and i m too afraid to confess my feeling. I have always want a life just like in movies with a sweet love story and a happy ending. And realising life isnt wonderful as we wish it to be, so here i create my own world to make a perfect life as i wanted my life to be.
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