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Going by the lonely roadlistening to my own footstepswatching the dull brownish-black color below,I was not thirsty at alltill I hadn't seen you-O Mir..
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When does death come?When your cherished memories become irrelevantWhen your dreams fail to kindle fire in your heartWhen you cannot recognize your ol..
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Sometimes we become so busy in adjusting ourselves according to everyone that we ourselves forget our real self.
Sometimes everything around us chang..
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