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good night dosto ©SHIBBU AHMAD dig #Travel

good night dosto ©SHIBBU AHMAD dig #Travel

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हैरान हूँ कि वो हमे बताते नहीं पर समझ जाते है उसे देखकर, वो सहन कर रहे है जो दर्द उसे कभी हम बताते नहीं थे। दिलीप। #Dig🔥🥰

हैरान हूँ कि वो हमे बताते नहीं पर समझ जाते है उसे देखकर, वो सहन कर रहे है जो दर्द उसे कभी हम बताते नहीं थे। दिलीप। #Dig🔥🥰

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Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. Dig deeper, Reaper.

Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. Dig deeper, Reaper.

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Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. #GrimReaper Dig deeper, Reaper!

Oh, Grim Reaper... why don't you dig deeper? In the twilight of life, am I; and my lips have gone all dry. The winds swept away my pleas, and my hopes drowned in the seas. For so long, no soul I could behold. For so long, this world has been really cold. For no wrong, I'd to part with all that's mine, but for my shadow, when there's sunshine. Cast away, to the lands of solitude, since a time that faded in memory.. just like I faded in the world's memory. Hence, here I am, waiting for my postlude. So, I beseech you Reaper, to hunt me down, to dig deeper. Beneath those old bricks, I wait for you, as the clock ticks. #GrimReaper Dig deeper, Reaper!

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You don't even understand how deep I Dig inside myself To remove your roots.....but failed. I Dig #yqbaba#randomthought

You don't even understand how deep I Dig inside myself To remove your roots.....but failed. I Dig #yqbaba#randomthought

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why do you seek others when you have all omnipotence in you without knowing you Dig urself for great change

why do you seek others when you have all omnipotence in you without knowing you Dig urself for great change

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It wasn't until those broken shards of glass cut through my palms as I held them, I realised why broken people, with jagged edges, leave an imprint on you, deeper than most. Broken souls are a lot like poetry written on bond paper. Paper cuts as you hold them. You see, you go through the poem. And the paper goes through you. Isn't it what writing is all about? Digging deeper into each other? Dig deeper, reaper... #broken #cut

It wasn't until those broken shards of glass cut through my palms as I held them, I realised why broken people, with jagged edges, leave an imprint on you, deeper than most. Broken souls are a lot like poetry written on bond paper. Paper cuts as you hold them. You see, you go through the poem. And the paper goes through you. Isn't it what writing is all about? Digging deeper into each other? Dig deeper, reaper... #broken #cut