Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
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On reading these two posts, I feel that you fell in love and also fell out of it...
sorry to disappoint you kunal but i've always been in love.... with life :D
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