He who laugh; lives.
He who mourn: died.
Her love was too much that even her wrist, dignity and soul were scratched.
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The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
XXXIII. --
He who laugh; lives.
He who mourn: died.
Her love was too much that even her wrist, dignity and soul were scratched.
