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Blinded by love, struck by reality; there is no escape, is there? |
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Beauty once was in the eye of the beholder. |
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Is the past something we can defect or it something we come to terms with? |
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The past paints words memories can only utter, |
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Every day is new day |
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True hero is not who is with you in your happy times but, it's the one who offers you food when you are hungry ....... by starving him self..... |
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They tell you to be yourself then they judge you for it . |
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What can I say, I blinked and life passed me by! |
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Lost moment is lost for ever. |
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Life is not bed of rose |