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When Italy meets India

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One year and I still feel broken, confused, alone. I always knew our love had a time limit I thought I accepted it I thought I would be strong enough But I am not. Am I in love with a memory? With a ghost? Am I living in the past? Who do I ask? What can I do? This is my story. This is our story.

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