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what happened ۔۔۔
There is no heart in work
Do you see my profile in the office files?
Does the ringing of the phone turn on the heart rate?
Rivers of thirst flow in the heart even after talking to me.
Even after seeing me, Ankhua bowls are still thirsty?
Hmmmmm
See I said don't love me
I am not one of those girls who settle for heart
I said,,
I'm a down to earth girl۔۔
Now bear with me.
Do you remember the fisrt day when we met you,,
Your low voice was heard in my hearings:
i remember when i heard the soulful voice of my life and i was drawn to you?
I remember you and i remember you and remember i remember you ..
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