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[adaabarzhai]

ﺁﻭ ! ﺍﮎ ﺩﻭﺟﮯ ﺳﮯ ﻟﻤﺤﺎﺕ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻟﯿﮟ ﺭُﻭﭨﮭﯽ ﮨﻮﺉ ﺭﺍﺕ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻟﯿﮟ ﺻﺒﺢ ﮐﯽ ﭨﮭﻨﮉﯼ ﭼﺎﺋﮯ ﺷﺎﻡ ﮐﯽ ﺑﺎﺳﯽ ﺑﺎﺕ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻟﯿﮟ ﺍﺱ ﺑﺎﺭ ۔۔۔ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﻢ ﮐﻮ ﭘﺎﻭٌﮞ ﺗﻢ ﻣﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ ﮐﮭﻮ ﺩﻭ ﻣﯿﮟ ﭼُﮭﭗ ﺟﺎﻭٌﮞ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺗﻢ ﮐﮭﻮﺟﻮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﻢ ﮐﻮ ﯾﺎﺩ ﮐﺮﻭﮞ ﺍﻭﺭ ﮨﻨﺲ ﺩﻭُﮞ ﺗﻢ ﻣﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ ﯾﺎﺩ ﮐﺮﻭ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺭﻭ ﺩﻭ ﺁﻭٌ۔۔۔۔ ﺍﺱ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﭼﺎﮦ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻟﯿﮟ ﺭﺍﮦ ﺑﺪﻝ ﻟﯿﮟ۔۔

[adaabarzhai]

ﺳﻨﻮ ۔۔۔۔ !!! ﺗﺮﯼ ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﮐﮩﻮﮞ ﺍِﺱ ﮐﻮ ؟؟؟ ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺷﺮﺍﺭﺕ ﮨﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺟﺐ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﺘﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﺮﺍ ﺍِﮎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻭ ﻧﺎ۔۔۔۔ !! ﺗﻮ ﻧﮧ ﺗﻢ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﺘﮯ ﮨﻮ ﮐﮧ ﺿﺮﻭﺭﯼ ﮐﺎﻡ ﮨﮯ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ؟؟؟ ﯾﺎ ﺟﻠﺪﯼ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﻮﺋﯽ؟؟؟ ﻧﮧ ﺗﻢ ﺍﻧﮑﺎﺭﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮨﻮ ﻧﮧ ﮨﯽ ﺍﻗﺮﺍﺭ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮨﻮ ﻓﻘﻂ ﭼﯿﺰﯾﮟ ﺍُﻟﭩﺘﮯ ﮨﻮ ﯾﻮﻧﮩﯽ ﺻﻔﺤﮯ ﭘﻠﭩﺘﮯ ﮨﻮ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ ﮐﺮ ﮐﮯ ﺗﻢ ، ﺑﮩﺖ ﻣﺼﺮﻭﻑ ﮨﻮﻧﮯ ﮐﺎ ﺑﮩﺎﻧﮧ ﺧﻮﺏ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ﮨﻮ ! ﭘﻠﭧ ﮐﺮ ﮐﭽﮫ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﮩﺘﮯ ﺗﻤﮩﺎﺭﯼ ﺑﮯ ﺭﺧﯽ ﻣﺠﮫ ﮐﻮ ﺫﺭّﮦ ﺑﮭﺮﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺑﮭﺎﺗﯽ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ ﺟﺐ ﺧﻔﺎ ﮨﻮ ﮐﺮ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺗﮭﻮﮌﺍ ﺟﺪﺍ ﮨﻮ ﮐﺮ ﯾﮧ ﮐﮩﺘﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ ﮐﮧ “ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺗﻢ ﺫﺭﺍ ﭘﺮﻭﺍﮦ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﺮﺗﮯ ” ﺗﻮ ﭘﮭﺮﺍﭼﮭﺎ ۔۔ ﻣﯿﮟ ﭼﻠﺘﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ !!! ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﮯ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺍﺏ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ ﻧﮧ ﺍﺏ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ ﺑﻮﻟﻮﮞ ﮔﯽ ﭘﻠﭩﺘﮯ ﮨﯽ ﻣﺮﮮ ﺗﻢ ﯾﻮﮞ ﺍﭼﺎﻧﮏ ﺳﺎﻣﻨﮯ ﺁ ﮐﺮ ﺫﺭﺍ ﺳﺎﻣﺴﮑﺮﺍ ﮐﺮ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺑﮩﺖ ﺷﯿﺮﯾﮟ ﻟﮩﺠﮯ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮐﭽﮫ ﺍﯾﺴﮯ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﮐﮩﺘﮯ ﮨﻮ ﮐﮩﻮ۔۔۔۔۔ ﮐﯿﺎ ﭼﺎﮨﯿﮯ ﺗﻢ ﮐﻮ؟؟؟ ﮐﮩﻮ ﺗﻮ ۔۔۔۔ﺟﺎﻥ ﺩﮮ ﺩﻭﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ؟؟؟ ﺗﻤﮭﺎﺭﮮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﺍﺷﺎﺭﮮ ﭘﺮ ﯾﺎ ﺍِﻥ ﻗﺪﻣﻮﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﺎﺯﮎ ﺳﮯ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﮮ ﮈﮬﯿﺮ ﮐﺮ ﺩﻭﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ؟ ﻣﮕﺮ۔۔۔ ﺑﺲ ﺍِﮎ ﮔﺰﺍﺭﺵ ﮨﮯ ﺗﻢ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺍﺳﻄﺮﺡ ﺳﮯ ﭘﮭﺮ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﻧﮧ ﯾﻮﮞ ﺧﻔﺎ ﮨﻮﻧﺎ !!!! ﻧﮧ ﻣﺠﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺭﻭﭨﮫ ﮐﺮ ﺟﺎﻧﺎ !!!! ﺗﻤﮩﺎﺭﯼ ﺍِﺱ ﺍﺩﺍ ﭘﺮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮨﻤﯿﺸﮧ ﮐﯽ ﻃﺮﺡ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺳﮯ ﮔﻠﮯ ،ﺷﮑﻮﮮ، ﺷﮑﺎﯾﺖ ﺳﺐ ﮐﻮ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻡ ﺑﮭﻮﻝ ﺟﺎﺗﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺳﮯ ﮨﻨﺲ ﮐﮯ ﮐﮩﺘﯽ ﮨﻮﮞ ﺳﻨﻮ ۔۔۔۔۔ﺍﮎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﮨﮯ ﺗﻢ ﺳﮯ !! -

[adaabarzhai]

ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺑﺎﺑﺎﺟﯽ ﺳﮯ ﭘﻮﭼﻬﺎ …. “ ﯾﮧ ﺑﮯ ﭼﯿﻨﯽ ﮐﯿﻮﮞ ﮨﮯ؟ ﮐﯿﻮﮞ ﺍﺗﻨﯽ ﭘﺮﯾﺸﺎﻧﯽ ﮨﮯ؟؟ ﮐﯿﻮﮞ ﮨﻢ ﺳﮑﻮﻥ ﻗﻠﺐ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﻃﻤﯿﻨﺎﻥ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺎﺗﻪ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺑﯿﭩﻪ ﺳﮑﺘﮯ؟؟؟ ” ﺗﻮ ﺍﻧﮩﻮﮞ ﻧﮯ ﮐﮩﺎ: “ﺩﯾﮑﻬﻮ ﺗﻢ ﺍﭘﻨﯽ ﭘﺮﯾﺸﺎﻧﯽ ﮐﯽ ﭘﻮﭨﻠﯿﺎﮞ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺳﺎﻣﻨﮯ ﻧﮧ ﺭﮐﻬﺎ ﮐﺮﻭ … ﺍﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺯﻭﺭ ﻟﮕﺎ ﮐﮯ ﺣﻞ ﮐﺮﻧﮯ ﮐﯽ ﮐﻮﺷﺶ ﻧﮧ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮐﺮﻭ. ﺑﻠﮑﮧ ﺍُﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺍﻟﻠﮧ ﮐﮯ ﭘﺎﺱ ﻟﮯ ﺟﺎﯾﺎ ﮐﺮﻭ .. ﺍﻭﺭ ﮐﮩﻮ ﺍﮮ ﺍﻟﻠﮧ ! ﯾﮧ ﺑﮍﯼ ﻣﺸﮑﻼﺕ ﮨﯿﮟ … ﯾﮧ مُجھ ﺳﮯ ﺣﻞ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮨﻮﺗﯿﮟ … ﯾﮧ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺗﯿﺮﮮ ﺣﻀﻮﺭﻻﯾﺎ ﮨﻮﮞ … ﺗُﻮ ﺍﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺣﻞ ﮐﺮ ﺩﮮ ﺍﻭﺭ ﭘﻬﺮ ﺑﮯ ﻓﮑﺮ ﮨﻮ ﺟﺎؤ .. ﺍﻟﻠﮧ ﺍﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺣﻞ ﮐﺮ ﺩﮮ ﮔﺎ. ﺑﺲ ﺍﯾﻤﺎﻥ ﺍﻭﺭ ﯾﻘﯿﻦ ﮐﺎﻣﻞ ﮨﻮﻧﺎ ﭼﺎﮨﯿﮯ..”

[adaabarzhai]

ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﻣﺮ ﮔﺌﯽ ﮬﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﺳﮑﯽ ﻻﺵ ﮐﻮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﺍﭘﻨﮯ ﺩﻝ ﮐﮯ ﺧﺎﻟﯽ ﮐﻤﺮﮮ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺭﮐﮫ ﺩﯾﺎ ﮬﮯ ﻭﮦ ﺍﺏ ﻭﮬﯿﮟ ﭘﮍﯼ ﮬﮯ ﺑﮩﺖ ﻣﻤﮑﻦ ﺗﮭﺎ ﮐﮧ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺍﺳﮯ ﺩﻓﻨﺎ ﺁﺗﯽ ﺳﻤﻨﺪﺭ ﻣﯿﮟ ﺑﮩﺎ ﺩﯾﺘﯽ ﯾﺎ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺁﮒ ﻟﮕﺎ ﺩﯾﺘﯽ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﺎﺗﻢ ﮐﺮﻧﺎ ﭼﺎﮬﺘﯽ ﺗﮭﯽ ﺳﻮﮒ ﻣﻨﺎﻧﺎ ﭼﺎﮬﺘﯽ ﺗﮭﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﮬﺮ ﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﺱ ﭘﺮ ﺁﻧﺴﻮ ﺑﮩﺎﺋﮯ ﮬﺮ ﺩﻥ ﺍﺱ ﭘﺮ ﭘﮭﻮﻝ ﭼﮍﮬﺎﺋﮯ ﭘﮭﺮ ﺍﯾﮏ ﻭﻗﺖ ﺍﯾﺴﺎ ﺁﯾﺎ ﮐﮧ ﭘﮭﻮﻝ ﺳﻮﮐﮫ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺁﻧﺴﻮ ﺧﺸﮏ ﮬﻮ ﮔﺌﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﺳﮑﯽ ﻻﺵ ﺳﮯ ﺑﻮ ﺁﻧﮯ ﻟﮕﯽ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻧﮯ ﮐﻤﺮﮮ ﮐﻮ ﺑﻨﺪ ﮐﺮ ﺩﯾﺎ ﻭﮦ ﮐﻤﺮﮦ ﺁﺝ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺑﻨﺪ ﮬﮯ ﻟﯿﮑﻦ ﻭﮦ ﺑﻮ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺳﮯ ﺯﯾﻨﮧ ﺯﯾﻨﮧ ﺍﺗﺮ ﺭﮬﯽ ﮬﮯﺍﻭﺭ ﺍﺏ ﯾﮧ ﺣﺎﻟﺖ ﮬﮯ ﮐﮧ۔۔۔۔۔۔ ﻣﯿﺮﮮ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﮐﺎ ﮬﺮ ﺍﮎ ﺣﺼﮧ ﺯﮬﺮ ﺁﻟﻮﺩ ﮬﻮ ﭼﮑﺎ ﮬﮯ ﻧﮧ ﻣﯿﮟ ﮬﻨﺲ ﺳﮑﺘﯽ ﮬﻮﮞ ﻧﮧ ﺭﻭ ﺳﮑﺘﯽ ﮬﻮﮞ ﻧﮧ ﻣﺠﮭﮯ ﻧﯿﻨﺪ ﺁﺗﯽ ﮬﮯ ﻧﮧ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ ﺁﻧﮑﮫ ﺳﮯ ﺍﻧﺪﮬﯿﺮﮦ ﻏﺎﺋﺐ ﮬﻮﺗﺎ ﮬﮯ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﻣﺮ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺍﺳﮯ ﻓﻮﺭﺍ ﺩﻓﻨﺎ ﺩﯾﻨﺎ ﭼﺎﮬﺌﮯ ﻭﺭﻧﮧ ﺟﻦ ﮐﮯ ﺍﻧﺪﺭ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﯽ ﻻﺵ ﺳﮍﻧﮯ ﻟﮓ ﺟﺎﺋﮯ ﺗﻮ ﺍﻧﮑﺎ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﻣﺮﺩﮦ ﮬﻮ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ ﮬﮯ ﺍﻭﺭ ﺭﻭﺡ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻣﺮﺩﮦ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻗﯿﺎﻡ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮐﺮﺗﯽ .

[adaabarzhai]

تمھاری بات لمبی ھے.. مثالیں ھیں…. دلیلیں ھیں… ھماری بات چھوٹی ھے.. ھمیں تم سے محبت ھے

[mata-e-dil-deactivated20180421]

Every woman has a past. Some were physically abused. Some had violent parents. Some had sexual abuse as a child from their own family members. Some had messed up love stories. Some had been forced into sex in the name of love. Some had been drugged. Some were date raped. Some had been blackmailed by their ex-boyfriend. Some were in an abusive relationship.Some had a broken family. Some had a divorce. Some had an obesity issue. Some had financial droughts. Some had drug or alcohol addiction. Some had a few unsuccessful suicide attempts.
If you see a woman, who went through any of these but had already wiped her tears, tied her hair up, masked her sorrows with a divine smile, stood tall and strong, started walking towards her future because she still has some hope left inside her and has not given up on the concept of love that still exists in this world, do not stab her with her past. Do not confront her. Do not slap her with more abuse. Give way for her and walk beside her. May be hold her hands and walk for a while. You’ll know how sweet that soul is and how strong her hopes are! You’ll be amazed at how she carries herself after all her energy has been sucked out.
She need not always be only the woman next door or from a different home. She could be your own friend, your own sister, your own girlfriend, your own wife, even may be your own mother. Do not judge her by her past. Gift her the peaceful future that she deserves. Hold her hands against the world, which knows only to judge. 
Give her the love that she always yearned for.

[aiklahori]

بنانا پڑتا تھا اکثر , بگاڑ کر خود کو سو میں نے رکھ ہی لیا , توڑ تاڑ کر خود کو

- Banana parta tha akser, bigaarr kar khud ko

So aine rakh hi lia , torr taarr kar khud ko .

(via aiklahori)

Wah

(via adaabarzhai)

[aiklahori]

اساں نازک دل دے لوک آں ساڈا دل نہ یار دُکھایا کر نہ چُوٹھے وعدے کیتا کر نہ چُوٹھیاں قسماں کھایا کر

تینوں کنی وارئ آکھیا اے سانوں ول ول نہ آزمایا کر تیرے پیار دے وِچ میں مرجاساں مینوں اینا یاد نہ آیا کر -

asa’n nazuk dil de lok aa’n

saada dil na yaar dukhaya kar

na choot’hay waaday keeta kar

na choot’hia’n kasma’n khaya kar

tenu kini waari aakhya ae

saanu wal wal na aazmaya kar

tere pyar de wich mein marr ja saa’n

menu ena yaad na aya kar

[ispeakmyhrart]

کبھی کبھی شام کچھ اِس طرح سے ڈھلتی ہے کہ ہمیں اپنے دِل سمیت سب کچھ ڈوبتا ہوا محسوس ہوتا ہے۔زوال چاہے دن کا ہو یا کسی بھی عروج کاہمیشہ اداس کر جاتا ہے۔

[scattredthoughts]

It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.

Yet, it’s said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.

Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It’s the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairytales we are all read as children.

It’s a love that looks right.

The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved.

Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.

It’s the love that we wished was right.

And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.

It’s the love that just feels right.

Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to.

Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we’re lucky it only takes a few years.

And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath.

Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.

But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.

They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.

But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.

And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something about our third.

The one we never see coming. The one that actually lasts. The one that shows us why it never worked out before.

And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love.

- Kate Rose 

[jaal-ama-daravv]

No one is ever too busy, it’s about priorities.

my life motto

(if someone meant the world to you, you’d always find time)

[thesecretletter]

You. You and your freckles, your button nose, your ginger hair and your bright blue eyes. I love you and your beautiful fascination with everything political. I love you when you get so passionate about what you’re saying that the very top of your ears go as red as your hair and you flash your goofball smile. I love you, and I wish I had the strength to tell you that you are the most amazing and beautiful soul I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, and that even though you outshine anything I could ever hope to be, I will always love you to the end of the earth and back.

Your secrets are safe here (via thesecretletter)

[gulrukhfarah-deactivated2016092]

یوں بھی ہوتا ہے کہ یک دم کوئی اچھا لگ جائے۔، بات کچھ بھی نہ ہو اور دل میں تماشا لگ جائے

Yun bhi hota hai kay yak dam koi achha lag jaaye

Baat kuchh bhi na ho aur dil mein tamasha lag jaaye..

[gulrukhfarah-deactivated2016092]

یوں بھی ہوتا ہے کہ یک دم کوئی اچھا لگ جائے۔، بات کچھ بھی نہ ہو اور دل میں تماشا لگ جائے

Yun bhi hota hai kay yak dam koi achha lag jaaye

Baat kuchh bhi na ho aur dil mein tamasha lag jaaye..

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Aik ghar. Aik chatt. Aik kamra. Wohi kamra jo main apne haathoon se sajaon gi. Tumhari kitabain. Mera makeup aur perfumes. Tumhare side table pe mere jhumke. Bistar ki chadar main woh chand silwatain. Kone main aik almaari jis main meri cheezain hamaisha tumhari cheezoon se ziyada hoon gi. Tum mujh se laro ge k main har cheez ki jagah badal dayti hoon. Main tangg aa kar yaad dilwaon gi k har cheez agar apni makhsoos jagah par wapis rakh di jaye tou yeh shikayat hi na ho. Subha subha tumhe saamne pari socks nazar nahi ayain ge. Tum awaazain de de kar poora ghar sar pe utha lo ge. Kitchen se dhorti huwi phir bhi main he aaon gi aur socks pakrate huwe kahoon gi, “Aaj shayad phir bread jal jaye. Tumhe jala hua naashta itna pasand hai?” Tum muskuro ge, thora itrao ge, aur kaho ge, “Mujhe acha lagta hai jab tum mere kaam karti ho. Rooz tum he tayyaar kiya karo.” Yeh sun kar main phir pighal jaon gi. Aur uss waqt kamre ki bigri huwi halat bhi mujhe paraishaan nahi karay gi. Tumhare janay k baad main aik aik cheez saaf karoon gi. Tumhare kapre wapis unki jagah pe rakhoon gi. Bistar theekh karoon gi. Shayad tumhara favourite gaana gungunaon gi. Tumhare takiye se urti khushboo mujhe tumhari yaad dilaye gi aur main khudh se aitraaf karoon gi: mujhe phir tum se pyaar ho gaya hai. Har lamha, har pal, kabhi na kam hone wali iss shiddat ka naam: main, tum, aur hamari mohabbat. Aurat pyaar main kamzoor nahi hoti. Mard ko hamaisha uski ziyada zaroorat rehti hai. Woh uska har chota bara kaam iss liye apne sar layti hai kyun k usse maloom hota hai… poori duniya ghoom kar bhi uski mohabbat uske shohar ko ghar kheench laye gi. Aur main ussi din ka intezaar kar rahi hoon jab tum ghar aao ge. Mere pass.

Ink-scribbles | گھر (Ghar)

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Make me the villain, fine. Turn me into the evil queen, the heartless b*tch, but never forget, you wrote this story.

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The way he looks at me, God damn, he looks at me like he could see the world in my eyes. He is my one and only, but everyday I am scared that I will loose him, because maybe sometimes love just isn’t enough,

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