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Jun 2018
One day my time will come
I'll be a lot bigger!
A lot of your imagination is out!
You will not be able to tolerate mu one more weight than your pride;
Oh my dear you will be mixed with the weight of my words.
I will not even take my hand to the receiver 3 times by looking at your phone.
I will not even open your message.
Do not let me sit beside you
I will not love to embrace!
You will cry and I will look.
You want tissue to remove the tears of your Eyes,
I will not let you touch my expensive tissue.
Sajal Ahmed
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Sajal Ahmed  21/M/Bangladesh
(21/M/Bangladesh)   
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