23 years,46 days of sheer wastage...
distraction,things... other senses... other companions...
self pity, amusement, guilt, pride, ego, so called love... so called good deeds,sexual abuse, rape, casual sex, one night stands, love making, flirtation, seduction, substance abuse, alcohol, smoke, trance, meditation, faith, abuse, fraud, deception, hurt, anger, lots of anger, reality, wounds, exams, papers, tests, tears, beatings, hatred, anger, fucks, masturbations, bedtime stories, lullabys, heart breaks, eye contacts, affairs, divinations, giving ins, giving ups, first bloods, growing up, revisiting childhood, faith, lies, light, darkness, elation, redemption, depression, sadness, misery, music, lyrics, videos, audios, scripts, photographs, portraits, snaps, art, touch, love,
mother...
all i seek is the moment of enlightenment...
Pedestals Built on Panic: Why Our Definition of Respect Is Broken
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*Jabhi bhi* i travelled between two worlds, from the grit of the streets to
the gloss of the suites, my first instinct was to look straight at the
margi...
3 weeks ago
2 comments:
kaliedoscope of words....why dont u make it into a song like we didnt start the fire... u have got angst, melancholy, restlessness of billy joel
zehnaseeb
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