And again it ended! And again a big hearbreak!
But Again I am proud I was human but whom I cherished was a disguized loyal

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In the cosmic concinnity of existence, the Creator weaves the delicate threads of life, sculpting a masterpiece from the raw clay of potential.
So a mere sclupture of clay of Muskan' soul. With celestial brushstrokes, they paint the canvas of reality, breathing life into their creation. Where my beats have not a single motive of pumping bloof but each beat survives for a reason
From the depths of chaos emerges a creature, a marvel of intricate design. Its form, a tapestry of strength and vulnerability, dances with the shadows of the unknown. Each pulse of its heart echoes with the whispers of destiny, as it navigates the labyrinthine paths of existence. The creature, a living testament to the Creator's artistry, stands as a testament to the boundless possibilities of creation.
Though I am but what kind of sub creation?

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I am a still happy!

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In shadows deep, where pain does dwell,
A heart once whole, now cracked and fell.
Like Prometheus, bound, I bear the ache,
While wounds unseen, their toll they take.

Through trials dire, like Odysseus strong,
I navigate this path, though it feels so long.
Yet, in this struggle, I find strength anew,
Like Hercules, I rise, my spirit true.

Though ILLNESS strikes, a formidable foe,
I fight with vigor, like brave Perseus, I know.
With each breath I take, I defy its grasp,
For within me lies a resilience that will last.

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A year ago! The same eve and the sweet lies were the inaugration of the bitter cheating!

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Who said I was ever in curse
I was bound with him by the
rule of God?

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Death is just a soul and body away!
So does it mean We both are dead since we fell apart?

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Infinite cosmos, mysteries untold,
The tapestry of time many a story are yet to discover!
From the fiery birth of big bang, I feel the Galaxies are dance, and expanding their girth.
Then the revolution of thought, and outstanding theories of Einstine
Black holes, wormholes, the cosmos fraught.
The most puzzling puzzle the Quantum leaps, where the particles entwined,
Time's arrow moves that much fast as it left, no return
From the north star to future miracle
A brief history of time, a cosmic mystry!

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In the face of ignominy's sting,
I hold my sprits high, and let my soul sing a melodious chant!
With aplomb and ruth, Indeed I face the fray,
Obloquy may come, but now I have found the beautiful avenue !

When will you visit there?

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Do You Know Barsisa?

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