Shattered Mirrors
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MatureOngoing16m
Last published Mon, Oct 18, 2021
Do you know the true meaning of your love life? Or are you just going with the flow. Thinking that you're in love when you're actually not because you have no idea what love is. It's ok no one really know what love is, but what we do know is love and only love is a powerful feeling but a easy word. Many of us misuse it, abuse it, taint it and turn it into a catastrophe but once you actually get that true feeling, will it make you stronger or weaker? And what will happen when the once lips that you use to kiss can form the painful word goodbye after telling you that they'll never leave your side in this life or the next.
So which will you choose? To accept love or to run away from it?
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