Tuesday, 6 December 2016
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It's a thing that I couldn't keep it for myself. Someone trusted me, somebody did tell me, but I couldn't keep it for myself. I ...

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And she falls off from the mount. The tall story that she believed was just a fiction. She couldn’t hold the white lie. And she h...
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All time for bed, still awake. Black inch in through the crater. Fear thickens, frail psyche. Pain sway out, inert eyes, bl...
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The year was 1977, when he was born. Eighteen years, he lived for non. He stabbed himself to dead, on twenty fourth...