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She is mine, just three words makes someone a person to a belonging. She was never mine as I was never hers. We were our own person, she made me believe that. She made loving myself so easy that I found myself doing it everyday but instead of loving me, I loved her; because a sculptor loves his sculpture but never himself for making it. - Spade
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A Glimpse Into SOH
Short StoryI don't know how but I thought it would be nice to show you some glimpses from my next story. this story is going to be a little out of my comfort zone but oh well, if it's uncomfortable than its new and prolly unique in my POV. ------- His thoughts...
