There are infinite stars in our universe. But share the same individuality. The stars came across the beautiful moon and fell for its charming beauty and warmth. It swore to love and protect the moon with all its might. The gracious moon accepted the stars affection and the two's everlasting love became inseparable.
Tuesday, 3 January 2017
134. Hate mother
I hate my mother. Call me a terrible daughter or whatever, because I know I am. But I really hate my parents. I hate them both so much. I hate my mother and father. They're terrible parents.
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