And she cried.
She created an ocean, one built by salt and sadness.
She wouldn't get out of bed.
She never answered the door.
She never made friends.
She never ate as much as she should.
And she lost the love.
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Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
