MY FIRST LOVE
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Not everyone in this world has the fate to cherish the fullest form of love.
Some are born, just to experience the abbreviation of it.
but they say, don't cry because it's over but instead smile because it
happened....
So this story is written to cherish all the memories of My First Love.
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