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Apr 2021
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Don't talk of the present.
It's too bad.
Leave it.

Even hope is incurably sick.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
137
       Hooria Iftikhar, Just Another Flower, Maitsholo, Carlo C Gomez, labyrinth and 3 others
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