Fleeting colours of happiness
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Love is a feeling that surprises us. It appears out of nowhere and pops up when you least expect it. We fall in love without knowing why. It is a beautiful but painful feeling at the same time. We believe that each of us has our soulmate; we just have to find it. What if mine does not exist? What if I am not destined for a happy ending? Does love exist? Are these just fake emotions because we are afraid to be alone? They teach us that we must love others, but few people say we must love ourselves first. You have to accept who you are.
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