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Oct 2020
At 23, she got marry
someone with bright
face, it's a love tied
them together with
fair and fairness, they
are like beautiful doves
flying with colorful
wings, all the birds
praise them to the skies
And suddenly, a broom
of destinies just appeared
and swept away their
happiness when the
death click and select
the husband, now
She is a widow
She is a widow with a baby boy
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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