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I love this person very much. I find it insulting to make it with my own hands but still I make it by looking at it with my heart to make my heart happy. My family has separated me from my love but my breath is now connected to his breath. Even today when I close my eyes I see his face in front of my eyes and I feel like I have found paradise in this world. How can a person become so important to us, O God, you have made love, then why has he separated me?
