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Apr 2015
I am wasting my life being afraid.

I am such a helpless case for tragedy.

Playing mind games with myself hoping for a glimpse of actual reality.

All I have got left is my deceiving recollection of my past playing and rewinding until the ribbon breaks.

All I can give is my mind and heart.

I have nothing left.
Nora
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Nora  23/Mars
(23/Mars)   
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   ---, cv, Huda and SPT
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