Dream come True
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My life is just ordinary, but one Dream changed everything.
It changed my life upside down.
It challenged every decision I made in my life
You may not call it a love story
But i promise that your heart will THROB.
Try not to JUDGE
This is my story
This is about MY DREAM
DREAM COME TRUE
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