11 Jan 12, 06:15 PM, Africa/Lagos |
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I often think where are you? What are you doing and what you wish for? I think a lot - to no avail. And my tears are flowing in the face. Can you think of me sometimes? Do you remember if only for a moment? Was it worth to suffer so much now?
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