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Jan 2013
I think the problem with the world is that, we're never looking at what's going on. Something else, always is. We always want to be somewhere else. We always want to be somewhere else, there is better. Always want to do something else not this. Always want to be with someone else. Not him, or him, or him.
Someone else.
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Astha Sharma
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