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Oct 2016
"Death" is more sweeter than you.
The pain I endure without your being is severe than the ancient punishments.
That pain you give me each second when I think of your face, your smooth hands; your hair; your pink, soft body;
****** me like little-sharp thorns.
You ruthless, adamant, and wonderful woman!
You showed what's bitter than death.
You showed me something which is worse than dying.
It's losing you...
Annie Cynthia
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Annie Cynthia  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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