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Never knowing what love was, slowly drowning myself in a
pool of lies, making up my own story, not all stories turn
out the way you think, sometimes you have to keep
reading,read what they had made up for you to see, but if
you want you can stop....make up your own ending but, in the
end if you keep going, it's going to turn out the way they
wanted it, the way it was suppose to be :) The Author knows
best for each and every book he writes. All it takes is for
you to follow through and except it.
Posted: 2010-11-15 02:08:00 UTC

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