My tired eyes are burning, the twinkle is lost in tears. The little part of my soul which peeped out through my eyes has withdrew so deep into itself there isn't anything left to show it was ever there.
beautiful lines.. very deep.. as i read mujhe laga.. im seeing a set of paintings.. I hope these were just lines.. n nothing of this sort affect u now! keep writing deep!
beautiful lines.. very deep.. as i read mujhe laga.. im seeing a set of paintings.. I hope these were just lines.. n nothing of this sort affect u now! keep writing deep!
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