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Aug 25
Sad
You hurt me
i am ready to bear it
because I love you
You are like the flower of a rose
I will have to befriend the thorns
Whenever you apologize for making a mistake
Does everything become fine by doing this
You can repair a broken piece of glass but it never becomes completely perfect, it keeps cleavage
You can heal my wounds
but it keeps marks.
Aditya prajapat
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Aditya prajapat  24/M/India
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