She only seventeen living a double life she a poet artist she left the community clubhouse at the age of 24 her health need healing her weaken heartbeat almost recovered, her longer mute ever since her long lost late family's member
death she never know how to be alright the bury burnt may arise in her heartbeat she never aware a player burnt her heartbeat all that gone with the wind blows.
Moral letting go is painful mute it's taken time to cure and let go and lead you to someone that belong to you that vows love leading you.
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