this is my story,
silence asking me,
why you tolerating this all?
no one is near to me,
but still a feeling is there,
for living in this form of layer.
a past from words of loniliness,
every pain is smiling,
and saying me
yess that's my story,
a silent glory,
silence asking me,
why you tolerating this all?
no one is near to me,
but still a feeling is there,
for living in this form of layer.
a past from words of loniliness,
every pain is smiling,
and saying me
yess that's my story,
a silent glory.
talks are for forgetting,
but memories are for remebering.
talks are for forgetting,
but memories are for remebering.
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