My Scribbled Stories.. #1

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From a forced smile to hours of uncontrolled laughter, from

pretending to be okay to let out a fountain of warm tears, I

realised that the joy of having a real conversation laden with

emotions can never be expressed by a set of emoticons.

~My Scribbled Stories

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