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Nov 2017
Maybe paradise stays only for a while then it will be drifted away by the calamity that might come.
No matter how tight the tree holds onto the ground it might fall down from its roots.
No matter how hard the rock is, it might turn into pieces once it was driven by the trailer truck.
And no matter how tough you are, time will come you'll feel dying , dying for all of the pain that keeps on stabbing you softly until you take your last breath and then stop.
#cycle
Jean Sharlot
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Jean Sharlot  21/F/PH
(21/F/PH)   
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     ---, Glassmuncher and Toriana
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