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Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
truth hurts.


as much as you don't like it, you still have to face the truth some times. it smacks you back to the reality, to where you are suppose to be. maybe it won't keep you sane enough or maybe it would drive you up the wall but, what are you suppose to do but to move on? truth comes either days later, months later, years later, or even never. if you had the choice, i know you would choose not to know about it. let me hide from this reality as i've no energy to face it anymore. most would say so. yea right. say what, go knock your head 3274871023 times on the wall non stop with constant force and if it hurts then snap back into reality please.






"you used to knock your head on the wall a lot last time. thank god you didn't do it anymore." he said to her.

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