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Mar 2015
I don’t have love for my life
even a bit –––
But I’m afraid of suicide.
Oh! DEATH come to me.
Take me to you.
And pull me into the endless dark.
And set me free forever.
From the pain I always suffer.
Mitel Chakma
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Mitel Chakma  35/M/Dhaka
(35/M/Dhaka)   
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