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Ashu

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Why the thought saunters in my mind? //captioned. I'm trimming my thoughts, not to make them beautiful but to hide them from all. I had peculiarity which would ignite fire in all but not able and egar to gear up my own thoughts. But the altschmerz is daring to rise in my mind and is egar to run marathon there and I'm left to only conceive how to do, what to do.

Why the thought saunters in my mind? //captioned. I'm trimming my thoughts, not to make them beautiful but to hide them from all. I had peculiarity which would ignite fire in all but not able and egar to gear up my own thoughts. But the altschmerz is daring to rise in my mind and is egar to run marathon there and I'm left to only conceive how to do, what to do.

Ananna Mondal

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Canvasing the desire I have Within me in the labyrinth of eternity. Suit it to the fire of that mingles us together, Setting us aside which it takes it to the model of affection that beholds. Universe playing a bet to keep us attached. They played it wrong for they should have done it for togetherness. Its all a matter of time for us like birds to fly to our heaven of freedom. The sky has sketched itself orange to fit the situation. The black dots fly to their homes where they should be now. Sounds of nature at its Void in The Heart Canvasing the desire I have Within me in the labyrinth of eternity. Suit it to the fire of that mingles us together, Setting us aside which it takes it to the model of affection that beholds. Universe playing a bet to keep us attached. They played it wrong for they should have done it for togetherness.

Canvasing the desire I have Within me in the labyrinth of eternity. Suit it to the fire of that mingles us together, Setting us aside which it takes it to the model of affection that beholds. Universe playing a bet to keep us attached. They played it wrong for they should have done it for togetherness. Its all a matter of time for us like birds to fly to our heaven of freedom. The sky has sketched itself orange to fit the situation. The black dots fly to their homes where they should be now. Sounds of nature at its Void in The Heart Canvasing the desire I have Within me in the labyrinth of eternity. Suit it to the fire of that mingles us together, Setting us aside which it takes it to the model of affection that beholds. Universe playing a bet to keep us attached. They played it wrong for they should have done it for togetherness.

Ananna Mondal

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The Ambitious Manqué... Entitled to be me from birth, The thirst to step up to perfection. But what it could be that's bothering me, Which needs a highly dedicated introspection. That night I didn't sleep a tinch, The thought kept hovering over my mind. It got attached to my nerves like a sting,

The Ambitious Manqué... Entitled to be me from birth, The thirst to step up to perfection. But what it could be that's bothering me, Which needs a highly dedicated introspection. That night I didn't sleep a tinch, The thought kept hovering over my mind. It got attached to my nerves like a sting,

Ananna Mondal

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The Stance of Freedom... The time of what we are in, just right now. Keeping doors shut to the outsiders, dare the invaders. Keeping a lookout of what happens to this mystical world, Of hustle and bustle grieved into undefined state of present. Cheering faces locked up inside the dark four engraving walls Of dust and mortalize the souls within to the extremity. Looking out the window, turns self in sigh of nostalgia, Of those days being free which we took for granted,

The Stance of Freedom... The time of what we are in, just right now. Keeping doors shut to the outsiders, dare the invaders. Keeping a lookout of what happens to this mystical world, Of hustle and bustle grieved into undefined state of present. Cheering faces locked up inside the dark four engraving walls Of dust and mortalize the souls within to the extremity. Looking out the window, turns self in sigh of nostalgia, Of those days being free which we took for granted,