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wifeyyyy

This bpd shit might be real idk tho 

bed rotting is sooo true

Hum toh jab-ba-jab apko talashe,
          humare roo-ba-roo pate hai. 
          Apse rozana KHwabo mai didaar kar ke kudh ko yuhi surkh pate hai.
          Apke itrah ki KHushboo se,
          ab-bhi mehekti humari rooh hai.
          Apne humare zehen se rukhsati li hi kab thi, jo humare darmiyan ye fhasle agaye?Ap kab hamare itna kareeb agaye? 
          

He is sober but his mouth tastes winey,
          His eyes, a reveller's drunken glaze. 
          
          

when is your next work?

I hope love is the closest to you when you're close to decaying.
          

I wonder how it would feel,
          the pungent acrid of irony blood
          mocking the runaway tales of freedom.
          What would it speak to my folks?
          If it could talk
          a mere tool,
          trying to claim innocence
          for a murder it didn’t commit.
          Yet it stains itself,
          carving into skin,
          a solid evidence.
          But we have none to blame.
          
          
          
          First thing i wrote this yearrrrr ajjsjdjdjdidudur

I actually have an immense ache for nothing and all at once. I hope in some years I open this account, look back and get hit with nostalgia like a truck again. Aha.

Hey. do you believe in vote for votes, comment for comments and follow for follow?