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Sep 2020
"Her hand was cold, and she cried for the sake of her mysterious unusual love"  said people  
The immortality of her blank face wasn't her at all but was
She the young woman who loved her look ignoring the horrors of her past
They had a family with angry strangers and loved ones
But she was killed by an accident without innocence or guilt
The immortal is the thought dear, that doesn't have a face...
Abeer
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Abeer  18/M/Mumbai
(18/M/Mumbai)   
62
   Christopher and ---
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