LET YOUR FILTHY FINGERS RAMBLE MY FRAME, CONVINCING MY PERFECTION.

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WRITER IS A RIVER CIRCULATING EVERYWHERE,

NOURISHING LOST MINDS AND BROKEN SOUL.

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DRUGS AND THERAPY CAN BE A REMEDY,

TO BODY BUT NOT A BROKEN HEART.

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She's like that Lily-white glacier,
who flooded my dark ocean.

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What are soulmates?

Are they one that holds your hands till eternity and is devoted to each other and their spirituality, if exists. Do they come as a family, that standby when no one is there for you and gives you life-changing experiences? Do they come as friends that re-energize and nourish you to become strong and you share emotions with them and they do solve your problem like a miracle. Or they come as strangers with no strings attached, that teaches you to be better and best and they change you completely. But they vanish after some time, as their duty is over to make you complete. Suddenly, they go without a goodbye and never shows up and you wait for them to come to be there in life but you moved on now. Soul mate can be found in any form, it just teaches and completes you and you follow a journey of your own and when all things come together in all the forms then you found your soulmate.

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Where are you? In your dilemma that gives you a vision or satisfaction that creates a new personality within you. Or wait, are you in a prison that stops you not to breaking your heart just because someone taunts or disobeys you that feels like poison isn't it. Sometimes it's better to hurt yourself, which makes you better and you become more focused on your aim. And at last useless things don't bother you. Woh Jeetu bhaiya kehte hai na " Sapne dekhe jaate hai aur aim achieve kiye jaate hai".

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Person's personality make him/her vulnerable, let her/him show light even you think he/she surrounded by dark. It might lose his/her strength but guide like a lightning star that sparks long enough to remember you.

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WE'LL WERE MISSING IN SOME CROWD,
UNTIL A VIRUS GUIDED US HOME.

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LET MY MYSTIC DUSK
SINK IN YOUR SERENE DAWN,
BLOOMING SILENT LOVE.

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Lust is a sip of tea savoring senses,
Till one is addicted.

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