Myself is the assembled one of selves.
by Sk. Nurul Huda
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Pre-Monsoon Children In My Village
27 Jan 2008 04:59
He only managed to find humour in the 'I told you so' As if becoming close to someone only causes pain, cause they all die and leave you alone in the end, called it a riddle?