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A word is a symbol
which portrays an idea, a thought, a sense but there are some things beyond words things that are special sacred, dear and we can’t bring ourselves to present them in mere words the heart knows these ideas, these feelings and sometimes has problems releasing them but the desire is there when a special person comes when you least expect it for my special friend, you know who you are, Sara ;)
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