The Kind of Love!
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Aug 18, 2016
I haven't been writing for quite some time now. Busy schedule. Work life. I am really sorry, guys. The only way I can keep my lonely heart pumping is by keeping myself busy at work. Easy distraction, right? I guess some of you can relate to me. From now on, I will keep on writing, Once on Monday evening and another on Thursday. Bonuses on weekends as well. :D I promise!
I am about to write about love, the kind of love that hurts the most. The kind of love that helps you feel those butterflies in your stomach and ache in your heart at the same time. About the key to the heart that is there but quite out of reach.
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