they say it is just a part... but i'm feeling it is everything...
i liked this pic very much....
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My Girl
About me
A dead soul walking on my own grave with a cigarrete in my hand to keep the hearts burning on fire, came in search of my life found myself hanging by a thread of hope, killing time by building blocks upon the dreams, dreamt of living a fancy life standing beside you failed to compromise with the rejection that you gave me, unable to learn the game of control finally its me waiting right here for a helping hand to put myself in ground, thats the story but whose story is it anyway....
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- My heart and its box
- my perception about love
- The life of death
- heart vs brain: love mania
- To love
- journey on the dark
- its all in the game
- Mothers day...
- Dear miss,
- All they need is some fun...
- Thanks for watching as I fall
- My bleeding heart beats... for my love...
- the silent silence on the dark side of the moon
- they say it is just a part... but i'm feeling it i...
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