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  1. Bazm e 8gossip7 July 2020 at 05:28

    ....life is an island where dreams and sufferings grow on trees, there is no cool shade casted in burning sun, fruits are beyond reach very high and the result is starvation, lord knows for who life waits all along, death arrives uninvited anytime, wealth doesn't come easy, but getting rightfully paid enough for your honest hard work is even more difficult, when in this mortal life moments are filled up with unending frightful wait for some reason it turns to despair

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