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Jul 16
I miss him,  listening to his voice
Makes my tears to well up in my eyes
And my voice gets struck in my throat
Even the words I miss you becomes hard to say
I simply melt when I see him
i will weep over his absence if I don't see him
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SAHIBA
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SAHIBA  21/F
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