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Monday, 10 June 2019

Guesstimated pain available (GPA)

I am more than ever closer to finding out who I am and even more so on what I want. I guess it feels like everything that I thought was important is fading into the background and nothing hurts anymore.

Posted by Akshay Das at 10:11
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