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my son is a better version of me i easily break he rides storms smilingly i crumble in a crisis he handles stoically my emotions play loud on face he hides it handsomely i'm doubtful of exploring he ventures courageously i speculate on life too much he bothers not seriously
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
My son is a better version of me
my son is a better version of me i easily break he rides storms smilingly i crumble in a crisis he handles stoically my emotions play loud on face he hides it handsomely i'm doubtful of exploring he ventures courageously i speculate on life too much he bothers not seriously
pradip-chattopadhyay
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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