غلاف قصة Imperfect Love  بقلم Zayns_zaby
Imperfect Love
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" You are the one I am going to show what love is ! I am going to change you till you know light is way Better than darkness " 

 
Not everytime girls are filled with muffled cries in here was a boy completely shook by his life ! Emotionally non processing he needed someone to bring that life of his up and change everything 

But love comes with difficulties ! A shrewd girl and a broken boy nobody knows where this combination could take their life ! 

Something I am sure of is that their love conquered all ....

- Jasmine
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