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It used to be the scent of love. Now it is a scent of memories, pain, suffering, betrayal, disrespect and regrets.
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
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It used to be the scent of love. Now it is a scent of memories, pain, suffering, betrayal, disrespect and regrets.
prings
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25/F/Philippines
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
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