Sometimes this existence feels like something you won in a custody battle.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
Time continues to stride on. Here are a few things that I am grateful for: 1. Papa is well. 2. Found my small bottle of Adil Qadri attar. E...
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