SUDDENLY LIFE CHANGE
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Última publicación vie, sep 21, 2018
Mariam:- You come in my life like a ray of light.
You made me shine in this darkest world.
You became my dusk and you became my down
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Ahmed :- you are the reason of my smile.
You are the reason of I live.
I will never give you go.
No matter what I will never give up on you
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Join Mariam and Ahmed where one becomes the reason of living and the others became the reason of hope
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