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A video poetry on the major issue with our generation when it comes to love.
Dear Diary, When I am alone, you’re the only one I talk to, about my stepfather.
They know not what you are to me. May be we are no one to each other, for them and for you as well. But for me, you are the giver, pleaser of my soul. I keep on stealing glances from you, trying hard not to let you know that I am doing so. I…
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