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The first time we met, you gave me a book. A book full of dreams and hopes, that I didn't took. I was so lost in my pain and sorrow, that I didn't even gave it a look. At that time, I had tolerated so much that I thought enough is enough and now is the extent of brook. And wanted to take the revenge so badly, that I didn't realised that I have become a crook.
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
A Book
The first time we met, you gave me a book. A book full of dreams and hopes, that I didn't took. I was so lost in my pain and sorrow, that I didn't even gave it a look. At that time, I had tolerated so much that I thought enough is enough and now is the extent of brook. And wanted to take the revenge so badly, that I didn't realised that I have become a crook.
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
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