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Dec 2015
One day my dream
was you,
to play
and
wash all my sorrows away.


I knew you'll be
my escape from
the harsh reality.


No matter how much I despised my life,
no matter how many cuts I wanted on my wrist,
they all dissolved,
when I started playing you.



You awaken the dream in me,
you make the confident in me alive,
you save me from myself.



This is all I want to say,
my dear,
lovely,
Guitar.
Golden Girl
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Golden Girl  Mars Planet
(Mars Planet)   
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   Aeerdna and Sumina Thapaliya
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