" Maturity is in realising that her love after all these years was her guilt, and when that guilt was finally over so was her love. "

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I don't dare venture into a new unknown territory. That is why I endure this old existence. I suffer my self-esteem to be crushed like a lifeless corpse. I endure the mockery of my existence and finally plead for mercy at the feet of my own murderers.

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" It's long since I've used any GIF files while chatting. I miss those. I loved sending those to that favourite person. Now since that person is no longer available, even GIF files are no longer available on my chats. 😓 "

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" I wish someone would order food for me. I miss those days where eating was more emotional than being really hungry 🥺 "

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" Tomorrow is my funeral,
I need to dress up well.
I want to look good,
On this very important day of my life.

I want to smell good,
I want to be better than the rest..
Bcuz tomorrow is my funeral,
And you know that i want to look good.

People will share good thoughts about me,
Things that they never told me when alive.
Still I want to go to my funeral,
So that I can realise my life wasn't a waste.

May be my love would be there...
Who never loved me when i was alive.
But she would be sad as she lost her joker...
But I'm fine as it's my funeral.

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This breeze that just passed near me, had a story to tell. That story is weaved with ur fragnance... That fragnance had the warmth of ur skin. The same skin which has the feel of your blood and flesh but beyond that the blood had the beat of your heart. But the story remains untold.

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Shikayat tujhse nahi hai mujhe...
Na naraazgi hai tujhse..
Tujse hi zindagi hai meri...
Bandagi bi tujse hi...
Nafrat toh rab se hai meri...
Kuch pal tujhe dekar cheen liya mujse...

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Galat Phaimee tha vo mera,
Takaleeph unhe bee hotee hai!
Joh dard hota tha mujhe,
Laga ki usse bee hotee hai!

Samajh gaya khakaleepho se,
Sau baar katne ke baat humhe!
Unhe pharak nahi padthee hai,
Honeh se ya naa hum honeh se!

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Washed away with the tides of life,
What remains are the grains of sand.
Long forgotten and left untouched,
Bled so hard when my dreams got crushed.

Love was beautiful but pain was immense,
Trust was alive but love remained a suspense.
Fought so hard in love losing myself in the process,
What remains now is just a heap of my ashes.

Love fails the day trust exits our heart,
Facing this truth is like getting pierced by a dart.
Sometimes I wish I could have one more restart,
But tired now to wake up again and get teared apart.

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If we ever stop talking, do send me a song.
Don't wait till that day arrives, select and keep a song.
Don't change the song you selected when that day comes, let that song remain unchanged Unlike you and me ...
Atleast let something between us remain unchanged forever.

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