The Other Side
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[Woo Do Hwan Story]
I have a secret, something that actually changed my life. And I am willing to share it with you. Why? Because I think this can be something you can learn of.
Because, I know someone, she had so many beautiful thoughts but never had the courage to share them all. I don't think you understood how much better the world had been if she did.
If only I had time to listen, to see, to actually realize that she is not the person I always think of.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn't.
And the time I am being honest with her, I don't know if it's too late or not.
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"I have to be honest with you. I think about you a lot. All the time, actually."
"You made me so unbelievably happy at some times yet so unbelievably sad at others, and that was how I knew you were dangerous."
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a/n: this is re-uploading and re-writing the old story of mine. If you find something similar to this; yes, that was my work :)
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