By the next winter.
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When you know the times you spent with the most precious people in your life wasn't worth it, but it was just a winter you never saw. You could feel the coldness. But never knew the snow
Foreword
A girl,
And the seasons.
She was a flower, that bloomed and withered as seasons pass by. Numerous seasons.
Her life among the dreamies to a roller-coaster of Highs and lows how far will it take her to open the cursed box?
(Im a literature enthusiast. Not a fanfic writer. So not used to this. Just a try.)
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