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Nov 27
Aim
A perpetually illuminant why,
Has adorned me to believe,
My passion is to cry,
My passion is to grieve,
Patronised to my beings extent,
Is a limerence to being content,
Written by
Maimoona Tahir  18/F
(18/F)   
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