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Originally Posted by ChotooMotoo
 I missed your version. I wanna read it now. |
it was before the crash. i tried looking for it, but couldnt find it. anyways, you're still second in line
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"Since love first made the chest an instrument Of fierce lamenting,
by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror,
like a rose I pluck my chest apart,
that I may hang This mirror in your sight." M Iqbal (ra)