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Jun 2018
A tap of his fingers, a blink of his eye, a slight move with his legs that can take away my soul and let me to die, a beautiful scenery I'm blessed with, yes it is I in the mirror.
Love yourselves, others can wait their turn.
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Ameen  19/M
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