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Pickle jar filled with sour taste, Memories were made are same, Deep down inside me, Lot's of things that i carry. Sleepless nights, Coffee and sugar cubes, Had dinners made only with steaks and soups, Days were worst, Felt like my mind will get burst. Heartbreaks, Body aches, Nothing to worry It Read More...
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