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SHE'S SLIM FACED WITH A DEATH GAZE. HER EYES OPEN PALE FACE. SHE'S SAD FACED DEPRESSED. HER LIPS DRY WITH NO TASTE. NO GOD. NO FRIENDS. SHE'S ALL ALONE BY THE BENCH. TEAR DROPS FALLING DOWN KISSING HER FRECKLES PALE BROWN. JUST LIKE THE ONES SHE USED TO GET AFTER ESCAPED GRADE EIGHT. BUT NOTHING'S NOW WITH HER. SHE'S STANDING ALL ALONE LOOKING FAR.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
DRY LIPS
SHE'S SLIM FACED WITH A DEATH GAZE. HER EYES OPEN PALE FACE. SHE'S SAD FACED DEPRESSED. HER LIPS DRY WITH NO TASTE. NO GOD. NO FRIENDS. SHE'S ALL ALONE BY THE BENCH. TEAR DROPS FALLING DOWN KISSING HER FRECKLES PALE BROWN. JUST LIKE THE ONES SHE USED TO GET AFTER ESCAPED GRADE EIGHT. BUT NOTHING'S NOW WITH HER. SHE'S STANDING ALL ALONE LOOKING FAR.
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15/M/Rajshahi,BANGLADESH
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
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