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The Burning Crematorium

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LECTURES 12
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Parties 1
Durée <5 mins

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Her heart is in turmoil

She wanted to run and never look back

She found love but in a very hopeless place

She thinks it's not right to fall for him

What would the world say

She doesn't want to take the walk

It might be too far and she might never return

She might never see beyond the MirageTous Droits Réservés

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Love for Allah's sake , écrit par sadiyya2

She's a simple person with little to distress her, loves to practice deen though she isn't perfect. What happen when she got hooked up in the web of love that she has to sacrifice for her best friend? He's rich, honest and worthy. Got captured into a trap that turned his world upside down. What happen when the woman he loves drifted away from him? Watch out!

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Burning Hearts ✔, écrit par Mysterious_Weirdoo

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you could say it was a bad case of blue, to describe it one didn't need to be discrete for it was at a point where it didn't need discretion, for what they got now was no longer a forth fitting relationship to held on to, it was becoming more unworthy to fight for, it was in the best sense to break up, it was pointless trying to fix a marriage that was gone to such a deep end, it was completely broken all was left was to walk away but could it happen, could he walk away after all these years, what was left for him to start over with, no one wants to be a lone and no one wants a man with a torn up heart, his wife neglection has left him with only a battered heart, it didn't seem it was possible for love to find him again, it was at the end, he was left feeling confused lost and lonely wishing he knew her reason for such behavior but she constantly kept driving him away now he wasn't sure if the part they are on now where it will lead to.

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You Again cover

Professor Khan ✔️(completed) cover

Piece of my heart

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