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Every day seems to be the same way since more than a month now. Nothing has changed in this fast changing world. May be I am lacking to pick things from my basket. May be I am not able to visualize what I really need with my life.
Yes, Every morning I kick, I think to start a new day, fresh day, a day for myself. But sadly all I end up with the heavy mess only.
People around me, my well wisher's speaks the same, I also know about the same. But, why this heart can't take the truth ?
Yes, She has left me, left me with all the things which made me shattered. Perhaps, life is all about like this. This modern generation thinking stinks. Yes, She also thinks the same way. I don't know what MOVE ON is for her. I don't know what MOVE ON really means or does this world really exists or not? Still, I haven't found my answers and I am searching for it.
Why Promise word was made when it doesn't signify with it. Why Trust word was made when it has no meaning? For everything there lies a easy word called Sorry.
Happiness persists with success. But I don't believe so. Success comes with happiness..
Ya, everyone listens to me, everyone feels me. But, what about the one, to whom i feel for, to whom i felt for, does she feels anything. Yaa, I called her an angel and she is flying. But, does angel does this things? Does angel can make anyone unhappy or make anyone cry??
The answers lies to you my GOD. The things you are doing to me, I don't know what you want from me. But the thing is that, I will never change myself, no matter how tough test I need to pass through. Love is not about changing, Love is that special things in this world, who hardly gets and yes I was one of the lucky one's. So why should I let it go. Nopes, she is mine and she will be mine.
Give me more pain, chew me like a chewing gum, boo me like a flying disk but for just once take a chance to risk your life with me.



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