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Sino

...on this crossroads we were born, we met, we laughed, we cried, we loved, we slept, we died,
on this crossroads many fall, many kill, many love, many cry, many die and think they go away forever,
only to wake up and live a tomorrow...

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Nirek said…
Gp's ponmozhi... :)
pithy saying gp! great.
Krish said…
Good one GP!
:)
Nahuatl said…
I think I have read it before too.. on your blog. Am I right?

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