...It was not me who did this... they were the rules who did this...i never wanted to obliterate them by choice ... it was there destiny and it was my profession...
The blade was placed deeply,it bleed mercilessly...i was only left with one feather which was responsible for love,i always tried to hide that feather,for whole life long so no one can make it bleed well...the cure and wall of love was always hidden as feather was attached with me,you placed the blade and made it apart,now its all yours...if i loose you my heart will be broken like always...
,after every rig-our there is a pain,after every pain there is regret,after every regret there is clue,after every clue something is
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