Wishing for goodluck
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I was sitting on the floor thinking, there is nothing left for me. All I can do is remember the days I used to cherish my life without any worries but now whenever I look at the pale faced dead body in front of me. All I can do is regret whatever I did because the police must've said that it was an accident, but I say it was a murder committed by words.............
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