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Mar 2016
as i run through my days
i stumble upon faces
faces, that leave  traces
today, i carry my heart
all broken and shattered
oh , what a piece of art
his love was all that mattered
then , it all fell apart.
but now the little game is over
young love ?? was i wasted?
yass min
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yass min
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   Medhina Khanal
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