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Jul 2017
Those hands were supposed
To love me.
& That voice was supposed to
Heal me.
But every night when I sleep
I hope not to wake up ever.
So he has something to regret.
Apporva Arya
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Apporva Arya  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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     Randhir kaur, unnamed, Mya, ---, Hannah Jones and 2 others
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