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Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little efforts, not much Now that I stopped explaining Now that I stopped trying Now that I stopped giving Now that I have given up I will leave silently without reason for many reasons! Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little

Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little efforts, not much Now that I stopped explaining Now that I stopped trying Now that I stopped giving Now that I have given up I will leave silently without reason for many reasons! Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little

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Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little efforts, not much Now that I stopped explaining Now that I stopped trying Now that I stopped giving Now that I have given up I will leave silently without reason for many reasons! Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little

Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little efforts, not much Now that I stopped explaining Now that I stopped trying Now that I stopped giving Now that I have given up I will leave silently without reason for many reasons! Loving you was my decision Getting hurt was my benefaction I cried, I sighed I misunderstood, I survived I gave too much I crave for little

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for fancy feelings, falsified we woke with wrinkled will shame sheltered, sore sighed gory grasped gospel gill QUOTED hey look, MY RHYME KNOWS MY ALLITERATION. 😍😍 Explanation For Those Who Ask For It!... 1st Line- FOR FANCY FEELINGS, FALSIFIED It me

for fancy feelings, falsified we woke with wrinkled will shame sheltered, sore sighed gory grasped gospel gill QUOTED hey look, MY RHYME KNOWS MY ALLITERATION. 😍😍 Explanation For Those Who Ask For It!... 1st Line- FOR FANCY FEELINGS, FALSIFIED It me

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His BELATED sorry, Now filled their cemetery, 6/30 BELATED --BELATED sorry-- He was sorry, he didn't give them his time, As he was too busy accumulating more dime, His BELATED sorry, No

His BELATED sorry, Now filled their cemetery, 6/30 BELATED --BELATED sorry-- He was sorry, he didn't give them his time, As he was too busy accumulating more dime, His BELATED sorry, No

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Life seemed easy before and after you The in betweens were a flu, as your clue were very few. I was guessing your emotions As the realities were far from my situations. (captioned) Life seemed easy before and after you The in betweens were a flu, as your clue were very few. I was guessing your emotions As the realities

Life seemed easy before and after you The in betweens were a flu, as your clue were very few. I was guessing your emotions As the realities were far from my situations. (captioned) Life seemed easy before and after you The in betweens were a flu, as your clue were very few. I was guessing your emotions As the realities

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मोहब्बत तो तुमसे बेपनाह करते हैं। बस तुमसे अभी इज़हार करने से डरते हैं।। कहीं तुम्हे पाने के पहले हीं खो ना दें। बस उस तेरे एक बेरहम इन्कार से डरते हैं।। Read the Caption Below: #Mohabbat #Ishq #Izhaar #Inkaar #Pyaar #YqBaba #YqDidi #YoPoWriMo #Tpmd I am Sure, Many Of You Smiled after this T

मोहब्बत तो तुमसे बेपनाह करते हैं। बस तुमसे अभी इज़हार करने से डरते हैं।। कहीं तुम्हे पाने के पहले हीं खो ना दें। बस उस तेरे एक बेरहम इन्कार से डरते हैं।। Read the Caption Below: #Mohabbat #Ishq #Izhaar #Inkaar #Pyaar #YqBaba #YqDidi #YoPoWriMo #Tpmd I am Sure, Many Of You Smiled after this T

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

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The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th

The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, th