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"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

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You are neither far, that I may endure waiting for you, Nor near, that I may be able to see you.
You are not mine, so my heart could find peace, And I am not deprived of you, So I could forget you.
You are in between everything.
You are that ache between presence and absence.
Too close to forget, too far to hold.
🐌

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Awpki bhen sed hy ladies 😞

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کسی کو چھوڑنے کی ننانوے مضبوط وجوہات رکھتے ہوئے بھی ایک کمزور جواز پر ساتھ رہنے کا نام "محبت" ہے

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Thori der sasti shaaeri kar leti hon.....
2 ghanty bad so jaon gi🤧

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Koi to karo Second line Pori!!!
"Umar Bhar Ghalib Yehi Bhool Karta Raha "
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ranjish hi sahiiiiii

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June is better than july😎
but....
I'll wait for April

Maryam_38
 

Kitny dino sy koi rola nahi paya kisi ny dd py
😕

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Kuch gadhy ghaas na milny py bhht shor machaty😂

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Bhai logo apun ja raha hy... tineheart ki post dekh mujhy ulti arhi..... baji k bandy sy baat krny wali sy request hy k koi or lub ly🤧

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Good night goije

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You won't get the moment back. That's the part people don't understand. The opportunity might come around again, sure. But you won't be the same person. You'll be older, different, maybe less brave. Timing matters. Energy matters. And if something feels right now, don't wait until it doesn't. Take the leap. The worst thing that happens is you learn. The best thing? You change your entire life.

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Every day, I watch the heaven I always wanted to build from within a haunted castle.

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What if we don't choose dreams but the dreams choose us. With the hope of tasting reality dreams wander like ghosts, peek through eyes in our soul to choose their new home. That's why we always have the memories of dreams stored in a corner of our hearts. When a dream dies, its soul never leaves our body; the corpse rots and makes inside frightening for the visitors. Next time when a dream tries to take a peek, it sees nothing but a haunted house.

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I used to be afraid when a shadow knocked at my door.
Now, I am the shadow knocking at a door. With certainty I claim, the host should be afraid of me too.