Apr 10, 2020
It's strange.
It’s strange.
It’s strange; everyone is so lost in themselves. Lips meet but partners don’t. Lamps burn, eyesight fades away. We don’t find any love in our own house. With a few memories in the past, Life’s trying to build a new home. Keeping my head on your lap, It gives me peace in this world. Having eye contact with you, It seems like an intense madness. Nowadays, I feel regret in my life. Our relation seems…
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