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Bharath Nandibhatla

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I wore my heart on my sleeve. You had tricks up your sleeve. We are not the same. Now I wear wounds on my sleeve. #sleeve #notthesame

I wore my heart on my sleeve. You had tricks up your sleeve. We are not the same. Now I wear wounds on my sleeve. #sleeve #notthesame

Asiya Shaikh

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इस राहें जुस्तजू में अब खोने को रखा क्या, सिफर से शुरूआत न की, तो शुरुआत में मज़ा क्या।। If destiny forsake you somewhere, Don't give up, fix your sleevelet and start again. This is just the bend baby, not the end... #yqbaba #destiny #lifeisajourney #bend #notend #sleeve #fortune

इस राहें जुस्तजू में अब खोने को रखा क्या, सिफर से शुरूआत न की, तो शुरुआत में मज़ा क्या।। If destiny forsake you somewhere, Don't give up, fix your sleevelet and start again. This is just the bend baby, not the end... #yqbaba #destiny #lifeisajourney #bend #notend #sleeve #fortune

Bharath Nandibhatla

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I'm a poet wearing my heart on my sleeve. She's a magician having tricks up her sleeve. Most often, it's about what I chose to believe, than about why she chose to leave. • S l e e v e • #leave #sleeve

I'm a poet wearing my heart on my sleeve. She's a magician having tricks up her sleeve. Most often, it's about what I chose to believe, than about why she chose to leave. • S l e e v e • #leave #sleeve

Mr. Malik

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Riza Riza Ansari isme sleeve lgawa dunga mai 😂

Riza Riza Ansari isme sleeve lgawa dunga mai 😂

Bharath Nandibhatla

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And to bury one of my dead selves, I go to the graveyard, dig a pit. A shovel in one hand, a dead soul in the other. I dig and I dig. As I find enough shelf for my long dead self, I stop. I let go of the shovel, and slowly, the dead soul. I bury 'em both. Even as I bury one of my dead selves, I don't feel any less dead. Nor any more alive. In vain, I take back my buried soul, and wear it back on. I don't feel any more dead. Nor any less alive. Yet, I feel complete. I wear my dead selves on my sleeve. Gibran left a trail longer than I imagined. #dead #bury

And to bury one of my dead selves, I go to the graveyard, dig a pit. A shovel in one hand, a dead soul in the other. I dig and I dig. As I find enough shelf for my long dead self, I stop. I let go of the shovel, and slowly, the dead soul. I bury 'em both. Even as I bury one of my dead selves, I don't feel any less dead. Nor any more alive. In vain, I take back my buried soul, and wear it back on. I don't feel any more dead. Nor any less alive. Yet, I feel complete. I wear my dead selves on my sleeve. Gibran left a trail longer than I imagined. #dead #bury