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The Blind love

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Laughing on my pathetic jokes. I don’t need any other reason to be with her. I speak very less I told her, no numbness seen, no disregard observed. The intense beauty that made me walk out of my home in the burning temperature, I could proudly say that she is mine now. Long ago I went to my cousin’s school to give away his lunch box. There I observed a bunch of students in a class studying. As the school wasn’t mine, so as a small child, unaware of what school is, I started swinging in every direction with my long hair flowing in the opposite. I don’t mind what people will say or if people will laugh. I saw that the school was so small that even the canteen of mine is larger. But I don’t dominate things on their back, so I started shouting, to grab attention, that this school is even smaller than the bathrooms of DPS. Well Hello, I am from DPS. Then and there I saw a girl, a girl with the purest soul could ever see. I have had seen her many times before, maybe many
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Him

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A box of cardboard, where he lives, with others, Third to be named, mistake is necessary, after first and second. Gave away himself for things, no regrets, for their happiness, Things gave away him, no regrets, for their happiness. All he wanted, why he expects, was no hatred, All he got, free away, was no love. Dragged by expectation, forcefully, of others, Never clearly found, in, his ever. Still he, from his heart, wants the foundation of expression expressed by the formula “Frown face – Anger face”, What he receives, every time, is zero of the above formula. Learns mistakes, everywhere, to adapt the new, Often, nothing specified, called one. Lives, not himself, for others, Doesn’t yet, for others, exist Life ends, no more word, here, Say goodbye, leaving him alone, soon.
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Shouting!

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S houting at her in the middle of the crowd, I lost my temper and threw my phone. I didn't have the courage to look at her. I swept away a few distances while she was picking up the phone with all its parts shattered on the road. Everyone must have been looking at her. Didn't she feel the most humiliated at that time? She saw me coming back at her after a few minutes with a cigarette in my right hand(being specific). Tears were running down her cheeks. I still couldn't look at her and went off babbling. Putting all the blames on her. What did she do? To be honest nothing.  She was with me all the time until my cigarette ended, constantly apologizing for the sin I committed. I still kept on babbling. Kept on saying bad, and she was there standing trying to hold my hand to calm me down but I threw her hand. She got hurt. I didn't realize that. Her sister came and took her home. Did I start the beginning of the end? I got scared to my route back. I called h
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