NOT A FISH IN THE OCEAN

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NOT A FISH IN THE OCEAN



"She hurts you so much, she ignores you so much, she wont ever love you back, she don't even trust youthen why the hell do you care about her so much,Why do you love her so much"A closesisterfriend was explaining to her best friend"There are many fishes in the ocean,leave her, she don't deserve you""You are right from your point of view


But she is not the Fish, SHE IS MY OCEAN


And sorry I don't know why I love her" he said and smiled😊

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