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Wednesday, December 7, 2011. These are not the tears. Falls down through my cheeks. These are the memories. Which made my life. Gave me the strength. Reminded me who i am. These are not smiles. In my little face. These are the joy and happiness. Which hold my life. These are not the words. Comes through my lips. This is the dity. I sing to my life. Through out the day and night. These are not the letters. Written down in this life paper. From my heart of pen. This is the satisfisation. It makes me worth.

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011. These are not the tears. Falls down through my cheeks. These are the memories. Which made my life. Gave me the strength. Reminded me who i am. These are not smiles. In my little face. These are the joy and happiness. Which hold my life. These are not the words. Comes through my lips. This is the dity. I sing to my life. Through out the day and night. These are not the letters. Written down in this life paper. From my heart of pen. This is the satisfisation. It makes me worth.

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