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Nov 13
1st rule was broken,
Two were kept.
3rd one was you-
My last, forever, late.
Sometimes moving on doesn't really go the way we desired it to be. Instead, it becomes twice a wreak of heart.
Written by
Nahin  21/M
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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