Songs that I save for the night just to listen it on looptill my soul stirs up withnostalgia for the past, uneasiness about the future. Letting the emotions pile upuntil I fall asleep. -
Songs that I save for the night just to listen it on looptill my soul stirs up withnostalgia for the past, uneasiness about the future. Letting the emotions pile upuntil I fall asleep.
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It's amusing to see howemotions barricade the flow of rational thinking. -
It's amusing to see howemotions barricade the flow of rational thinking.
Dear Grandpa, It wasn't you who left usbut the faith in me for the one who took you awaythat died. -
Dear Grandpa, It wasn't you who left usbut the faith in me for the one who took you awaythat died.
"I trust my pen more than my tongue" -
"I trust my pen more than my tongue"
Don't know if it's good or badBut I'm getting more and more indulged into my solitude. -
Don't know if it's good or badBut I'm getting more and more indulged into my solitude.
The tears brimming over your mother's eyes when u bid her goodbyeIs the purest proof of love, nothing in this world can ever surpass. -
The tears brimming over your mother's eyes when u bid her goodbyeIs the purest proof of love, nothing in this world can ever surpass.
Fighting in the battle I try to thrive, win against the odd. I'm not bulletproof nor a man of steel. I'm a soldier, protecting my country. -
Fighting in the battle I try to thrive, win against the odd. I'm not bulletproof nor a man of steel. I'm a soldier, protecting my country.
I don't wanna live anywhere that's not home. -
I don't wanna live anywhere that's not home.
Grandpa used to take me to the park every evening. Years later, we went to the same parkBut this time I took him there and he was on his wheelchair. -
Grandpa used to take me to the park every evening. Years later, we went to the same parkBut this time I took him there and he was on his wheelchair.
I scribbled the pages in hope of writing something new. Maybe just like your memories, my words have faded too. -
I scribbled the pages in hope of writing something new. Maybe just like your memories, my words have faded too.