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Jul 2016
I* wasn't looking for you
I had certainly turned back the moment I realized it was your name I was typing again
In fact, my fingers had. They had stopped.

Then why do you keep appearing everywhere? every time?
why can't I not be your slave? In intimidation when present, in distress when not.
Why

(P.S. I know this is kind of stupid. the way it is written.)
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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