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We knew each others through online. We talked. We shared problems and achievements. We sleep together at night. We fall with each other. We promised. That's what we went through, but quick as the wind you suddenly gone. Now, I am broke. Waiting for your name to pop on my phone screen. Will you ever make your promise?
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