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Sep 4
Undeniably true and pure as the snow
But you acknowledged it as a foolish show
My love was true but yours was a fake
That is why,
I was the victor and you got defeat’s taste
just writing what comes in my mind
sabin thapa
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sabin thapa  17/M/kathmandu , nepal
(17/M/kathmandu , nepal)   
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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