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Some days I want to paint, some times I want to be painted. Some days I want to write, some times I want to be written. Some days I want to read, some times I want to be read. Some days I want to be a gardener, some times I want to be the flower of that garden. Some days I want to live, some times I want to breathe in peace.
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Where does my passion lies?
Some days I want to paint, some times I want to be painted. Some days I want to write, some times I want to be written. Some days I want to read, some times I want to be read. Some days I want to be a gardener, some times I want to be the flower of that garden. Some days I want to live, some times I want to breathe in peace.
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24/Cisgender Female/INDIA
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
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