At the age of 16, there's something that really confuses my entire core. I am Fatima Moryz, a girl you would probably laugh at. Why? Because in a world full of problems, the answer in the problem of love was the one I'm seeking. What is love really? When I was a child, I thought love was easy and peaceful. But as time passes by, why is it becoming complicated and ludicrous in my eyes? Is it me who's ludicrous? Or was love the ludicrous one? *TAGLISH
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