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Sourabh Yogi

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Some bizzare, stupid people and 3 years. #collegelife #secondnojoto #friendsforlife

Some bizzare, stupid people and 3 years. #collegelife #secondnojoto #friendsforlife

DILIP SHARMA 😎

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जिंदगी में एक चीज सीखा है करो कुछ ऐसा तो नाम हो...झुक्को तब जब कोई अपना नाराज हो....सच्चाई से उतना ही प्यार करता हु जितना कि झूठे जुबान से नफरत.. दिल्लूएकदिवाना....✍🏻 #secondnojoto #couplesgoal #love #loveqyotes #shayari #dreamlover

जिंदगी में एक चीज सीखा है करो कुछ ऐसा तो नाम हो...झुक्को तब जब कोई अपना नाराज हो....सच्चाई से उतना ही प्यार करता हु जितना कि झूठे जुबान से नफरत.. दिल्लूएकदिवाना....✍🏻 #secondnojoto #couplesgoal #love #loveqyotes #shayari #dreamlover

Chourasia Rv

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जिंदगी सुन, तू यहीं पे रुकना, हम हालात बदल के आते है !! #secondnojoto #likervch #nojoto

जिंदगी सुन, तू यहीं पे रुकना, हम हालात बदल के आते है !! #secondnojoto #likervch #nojoto

twisha ray

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The time I entered the halll The first night was shining like of gold, A place where I was decided to grow old The colours dull in and out, As the ghosts roam around and about. The second night was like a kiss on a cheek, Gentle and soft, yet, beautiful and sweet. It held my fears, but also played with them, Like it was a billionaire and I was a gem. The third night echoed the loudest screams, Shots of guns and horrible dreams. I thought of fire by a burning home,Calm and cool, yet, sad and lone. The fourth night frightened the soul out of me, Darkness and demons and corpses on trees. The whispers of rain in the colourful wood, This night did not do me any good. The fifth night heightened like a ride on the rails, Thunder screamed and windows were pelted with hail. Sweet smell of roses mixed, now, with blood, Lightening in windows and water in a flood. The sixth night got better, yet, scary and soft, Like it was wiser than others, well-taught. It held me in an intimate embrace, And I cried out loud with no grace. The seventh night moaned secrets of the past, About how once little Peggy jumped off at last. It told me secrets about the witches that sleep, Waiting to be woken up from their sleep, so deep. The eighth night taught me that love is no less, Than salt in the flour and rats in a dress. That killing my love was okay and fine,I knew that someday it would come, this time. The ninth night was followed by his angry tears, As he found himself bleeding by the grand stairs. I watched, hoping, hoping to see, That he did after all care a little for me. The tenth night is today; it is dark, it is tall, It stands on the mountains ready to crawl. I await for the screams to escape from my lips, But, right now, I am staring at an eclipse. @hauntedplace @10daysinhall #horror #secondnojoto

The time I entered the halll The first night was shining like of gold, A place where I was decided to grow old The colours dull in and out, As the ghosts roam around and about. The second night was like a kiss on a cheek, Gentle and soft, yet, beautiful and sweet. It held my fears, but also played with them, Like it was a billionaire and I was a gem. The third night echoed the loudest screams, Shots of guns and horrible dreams. I thought of fire by a burning home,Calm and cool, yet, sad and lone. The fourth night frightened the soul out of me, Darkness and demons and corpses on trees. The whispers of rain in the colourful wood, This night did not do me any good. The fifth night heightened like a ride on the rails, Thunder screamed and windows were pelted with hail. Sweet smell of roses mixed, now, with blood, Lightening in windows and water in a flood. The sixth night got better, yet, scary and soft, Like it was wiser than others, well-taught. It held me in an intimate embrace, And I cried out loud with no grace. The seventh night moaned secrets of the past, About how once little Peggy jumped off at last. It told me secrets about the witches that sleep, Waiting to be woken up from their sleep, so deep. The eighth night taught me that love is no less, Than salt in the flour and rats in a dress. That killing my love was okay and fine,I knew that someday it would come, this time. The ninth night was followed by his angry tears, As he found himself bleeding by the grand stairs. I watched, hoping, hoping to see, That he did after all care a little for me. The tenth night is today; it is dark, it is tall, It stands on the mountains ready to crawl. I await for the screams to escape from my lips, But, right now, I am staring at an eclipse. @hauntedplace @10daysinhall #horror #secondnojoto