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Oct 2015
I wash my hands seventy five times trying to get rid of your invisible fingerprints on my hands, I walk hundreds of miles trying to beat the record of walking the path to reach at least a thought from your head, a glimpse of your imperfection, but I fail miserably.
Huda
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Huda  29/F
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