I have a lot of things for exploring, for expressing, for apologizing. Every time when I want to express my sorrows and my unknown estimations, I don’t able to deliver that. There is nothing but a pain inside my heart. If someone does not able to express his/her estimations, he/she won’t be sorrowful person.
Love is a cigarette, which will be finished after smoking sometime.
Love is a cigarette, which will be finished after smoking sometime.
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