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Nothing I said affected her anymore. She started showing no interest of any kind, as if the words I’d been saying made no sense to her.
            
            I had to dig into what was happening. After days of beating my head against it, it turned out the butterflies had grown so many in number that the old ones began to rot, and the new ones had no space to fly.
            
            And as Kafka would say:
            “No feeling is final.”
            
            Even butterflies die. But so do winters.

@lmksosa blood

use johnson's baby cream to make yourself look like a baby ( not possible )

jeevan yahi hai, parth.

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ji, ji.

@/dampsheets he is the other alex i know!

ikr ikr.

no i didn't <3 ( i am probably dipping again but my whatsapp is always open )

how do i always end up on ur profile , sighs

too bad i have deleted ur no. <3

I'm such a simp

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rawrrr

she >