The poems of All
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آخر تحديث: أربعاء, ينا ٨, ٢٠٢٠
She's a very mysterious person she likes to keep her nose in the book her mind in the story and her time as well. Not focus by the world around she express her feeling into words and it's the most beautiful thing u will ever hear. she writes poems about her life, she's is inspired by many things, although her journey is rough, and filled with tragic sorrow, she makes you learn things, see things, things you problem haven't thought about, but she has ......
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