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Apr 2018
We became friends
When he saw me crying
And offered me a tissue
in exchange of my story.

And we became soulmate
When he saw me deserted
And offered me felicity
In exchange of my melancholy.
Written by
Sonshikha  23/F
(23/F)   
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