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SENTIMENTS

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Parts 28
Time 14m

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You brought me flower but I did not know it  was my funeral."

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Hey,
I write whatever i feel and about others feelings emotions or experience.
 
I have jot down Some of best and one of my favourite quotes, poems, sayings from books.

Here you will find About love, heartbreak, and depression and hope too and many more sentiments

And some of all time favourite and mindblowing songs both old and new.

read it having someone in your mind.

My grammar is not good enough .so plz pardon me. And if you have any suggestion bout this book plz inbox me 

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maybe some chapters are relatable to your own lifeAll Rights Reserved

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