Blowing Cigarettes
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when ever we open our eyes we realised eyes are not enough to see. so we feel different, we think different, we show different and we say something totally different.
maybe smokes aren't blowing in the wind our soul is . maybe little by little just like love it's fading away. and we are trying to catch the blowing Cigarettes.
so get ready for something nearly different cause I am not sure that much. but I will try my best to make the story best.
until then stay safe .
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