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Oct 12
Not possible to become
you. My heart stops beating. It was not
possible to carry a thought to ******.

The plasticity of man
takes him to an ocean. But he will
not swim to become a sculpture.

Will you wear a frail
gown to cover your wounds, so that
one should not come for sympathy?
Written by
Satsih Verma
52
   Jeremy Betts
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