The poor words are still unsaid Maybe it will never be said again. Keep the words to yourself. I'm living with this thought that I have no bad words to do in my mind. And that is why I offer flowers again and again.
The poor words are still unsaid Maybe it will never be said again. Keep the words to yourself. I'm living with this thought that I have no bad words to do in my mind. And that is why I offer flowers again and again.
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