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Oct 9
I don't want you
to go. It is time not to look back.
Our religion is changing very fast.

The knowledge hurts.
Everything meets the god. This is your
last encounter to believe.

Can a man love a
man? But a melancholy breaks
the garden. Nobody builds a dream.
Written by
Satsih Verma
34
   Jeremy Betts
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