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dear (?).
even though hundreds of poems have
been written, I still can't beat the longing in the end. he kept pushing with the rain until I was drenched. miss laughing.

i said, "miss, don't be so arrogant."

i'm tired of being bombarded with unanswered questions about meetings.

even though people say, everything that is created has a partner, even I believe.
each of my questions has an answer.

either the answer will come today, tomorrow, or even 5 years from now.

everything must have an answer.

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