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What about storms, sir? Some don't come from the wind only you wave your hair and storms come into the hearts ----------- I'm not complaining about you anymore, I'm complaining about myself I'm dying every moment, every day but your loneliness is in me But not in you. ------------ I left the village and came here I will make a name for myself in the city making this name Turns out, I myself I will become anonymous.
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Suraj poetry plus
Of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important. I am write my thoughts
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