The clock ticks 3'45 am....it's a dense chilly night when i sat with my laptop to write a blog... n most of d Indian now must be growling n snoring in their bed... A guy who drank a whole bottle of bear complete his one round of pack cigars gone mad n frustrated and depressed writes who thinks he has lost himself... it's been 1.5 months n am to this bad addiction of ashes n raw substances....i don knew y i started...i don know what am thinking to write now but my fingers just move on...lets c wot my fingers say.. Life has changed completely, it had taken a journey n direction...i think n feel proud when i memorize d days till my class 10...n somehow if i hadn't polluted myself to d perfume of some of my x-gf's n with some gals den i will consider till d end of 1st year of B.E to d very start of 2nd year of my mechanical engineering life... I couldn't think of d stage am into to these days even before 2 months back...GOD has ...
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