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I did let go of my past, my present & my future. But my hands had sharp cuts and endless blood, and I knew my precious hands were still holding onto Manja of the time. Letting go is the mere illusion like seeing a kite flying away, merely forgetting the existence of Manja KPK
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
MANJA
I did let go of my past, my present & my future. But my hands had sharp cuts and endless blood, and I knew my precious hands were still holding onto Manja of the time. Letting go is the mere illusion like seeing a kite flying away, merely forgetting the existence of Manja KPK
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
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