Diary of Memories. Memories are precious than gold. You must know to live the memories again. And I think writing is the best way to live them.
The mother
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When I was in darkness,
Darkness of sad and loneliness,
Disease of seriousness
Fear of being clumsiness
I saw you, my dear bff
My life’s modern Euphrosyne
The goddess of merriment and fun
And thank-you mother,
For being with me.
By R Choudhury
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