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Sep 2023
I miss those happiest days of the past. Childhood memories are being held carefully, like glass.
A fleeting instance and an unguarded moment of heedless joy, yet those memories are fading into aeons of time.
Deepali
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Deepali  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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