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This is just a draft of mine that i wrote a while ago when i experienced a painful heartbreak because i was too afraid to say the word i love you. This is also a reminder for those who are too afraid to confess their feelings; just do it, before it's too late.
dedicated to the person that i love, but have no idea about it. i hope you'd read this one day, and realize it was about you all along.
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