Thousands of tensions i live.. Don't know were to dive... Tears roll from my eyes.. Don't know when it dries.. But guess before my heart dies... I miss my loved ones.. Who were my closed ones.. God separated them from my lyf.. Who gave meaning to my lyf.. their memories pokes me as knife.. I have Thousand responsibilities, . Which are my duties, i live for my parents to whom my happiness was their world... Sacrificed many things for me.. Now it is to prove me.....
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