Identity Theft -  Notepad.exe

 How ironical of mankind to feel justified in every withered direction possible. It makes no sense how people gaze at one another, through lenses built on ego rather than clarity. Ego devours sanity, abstraction becomes their battlefield, and what they call gain is nothing more than an empty weapon for wars that never mattered.One day, I’ll grow wings—born of some strange chemical reaction—and I’ll watch the floor collapse beneath the weight of illusions.Time is not what flows,it is what clings within its hidden joints. Like numbers—after 1, we assume there is 2, yet there is no true end, only the illusion of sequence. Reality, too, bends with infinite faces, never bound to a single truth.

"All it takes is one bad day to shatter the sanest man alive into lunacy. That is how close the I stand to the edge where I already dwell. Just one quiet day."

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I really loved you since day 1 - Flexin koi shabd bayaan krne se mukarte hai koi bayaan rakhne se darte hai khuda jaane mera kya usool hai tere khatir to jeena seekha hai tu mujhe khoya hua chaahat lage mai tujhme apni duniya dekhu paya to maine kuch nhi tha khone ko boht kuch hai ,lekin ghum se fursat kaha mile log muskarane ki wajah kyu puche mai likh chuka kisse kitaab k barabaar par vaaqif nhi jinse wahi puche mera khabar tere naam se basti hai pura ek afsanay mera ye kaisi tanhai mein jee rha hu akhir mai jaha har samay teri talaab se guftgu he sawera mera hal-e-dil bas naam se jaane mera dard lekin woh kaisa kitaab jiske panno mein bas likha naam tera tere khwabon ka aasra lagta hu bas par mere har duwa mein naam hai tera ye zamane se matlab mat rakhna kabhi  bas kabhi apna maano to bas naam yaad krna mera
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