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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs?
ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ's ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ɪɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs?
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Voices Of My Heart
Thơ caWhen my lips got tired of telling lies, I let my pen write the truth. Welcome reader. Let yourself discover the verity.
