... Roses are wilting And my love for her Monsoon she returns but Needless to say Miles from home ...
Why am I still burning in your love Why am I still looking up above Why am I so lost deep inside Why am I still losing things not mine Oh why do we sometimes even miss the pain Oh! Why do we sometimes love being insane Oh! Why does the winter even brings the …
The only tulip blooms on a toilet tiles
I owe her an apology
Not much of a talker. Just a medico interested in random stuffs.
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