The Great Fall Publishing House
Love seems to be the only reasonable impulsion to keep me going. What is love? I ask this question to myself everyday, but there is still no answer to it yet. I promise myself hundreds of times that I won't fall for another, but here I am, my heart slipped out and fell deep. Will I ever be loved? Or am I just reaching my hand out to the cold air in the darkness and won't go anywhere?
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