Twin Flame
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Complete Mon, Jan 4, 2016<5 mins
Love most of the time is like a war. A war between you, and yourself.
I wrote about things that I've felt.
I wrote it using my emotions.
And I want to share it with you.
I hope you'll enjoy this short story.
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