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Jun 2020
When you feel all hope is lost
and he wraps his hands around your waist
He whispers " Am still here.."
you don't always need a crowd. Just that one person
Written by
Enegbuma Angelica k  18/F/Africa
(18/F/Africa)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay and Yann
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