Over times, the moments of displeasure seems so ecstatic. Over times even love seems so hateful. Overtimes even priorities make doubtful and over times, being near seems even so far. Though he saw the moon but he didn't feel the moonlight. Though he felt the wind, but he breathless. Though, he was smiling but his pain made him cry inside. His spirit was chained by ropes of great disappointment and guilt. As the tree bows even before the storm, the great flow of circumstances made him bow. They knew he wanted love, lust and company but no one knew, all he wanted in the end was to cry out his heart full...
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