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When my wife died, I was torn apart, Broken from inside, Then dad took me to my old studio, He handed me a palette of colours and a brush, "Son paint your emptiness  in colours and come out smiling. 15/7/2019
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
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When my wife died, I was torn apart, Broken from inside, Then dad took me to my old studio, He handed me a palette of colours and a brush, "Son paint your emptiness  in colours and come out smiling. 15/7/2019
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
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