How beautiful it isto soak the eyes again.From leaving the world behind,to getting drowned in pain.How absurd it isto think the curse has left by.With millions of shattered piecesand the love for a soulful cry. -
How beautiful it isto soak the eyes again.From leaving the world behind,to getting drowned in pain.How absurd it isto think the curse has left by.With millions of shattered piecesand the love for a soulful cry.
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We are witnessing a transition. From people not speaking to each other due to ego, self-esteem being weird to it being the new normal. Good conversations are dying a slow death. -
We are witnessing a transition. From people not speaking to each other due to ego, self-esteem being weird to it being the new normal. Good conversations are dying a slow death.
The lightest of the lightand the thinnest of the thina ray of hope is always theresometimes forsaken and often unseen. -
The lightest of the lightand the thinnest of the thina ray of hope is always theresometimes forsaken and often unseen.
Trust the flowand keep walking byCollect your piecesand move to the sky. -
Trust the flowand keep walking byCollect your piecesand move to the sky.
Get yourself drowned, so deep that no one can reach the depth. -
Get yourself drowned, so deep that no one can reach the depth.
Some go far,But some do stay.Some gets hitched While rest walk their way. -
Some go far,But some do stay.Some gets hitched While rest walk their way.
Talks are better than skin. -
Talks are better than skin.
A man with word. -
A man with word.
// The lost times // -
// The lost times //
The Race -
The Race