Remember This
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مستمرّة5m
آخر تحديث: أحد, نوفـ ٢٧, ٢٠١١
I never wanted to grow up, but I'm soon starting to change my mind when something unexplainable happened. It all happened when a drop of rain fell to my notebook which is filled with the stories I wrote during my spare time and me blacking out that I ended up in my own stories. How is that possible right?
There's one problem, I write stories according to my mood. Horror when gloomy, Comedy when joyful, Brutal when angered, Historical when bored, and Tragedies when sad.
I'm struggling to survive, I might actually meet friends, foes (and maybe love?) along the way. Read on to know my crazy adventure in my stories and I surely will not believe that my characters are actually changing my point of view of growing up.
Something good and bad happens once in a while anyways so why not?
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