Once, there was a candle standing alone on the top of a Minar, no light and no shine.
Then suddenly came a FIRE, kindled the candle shining brightly from nadir to zenith.
But, sometimes the flame of the candle becomes dimmed and again gets back bright shining from the fire.
Again it slows down, and again hopes for the light of fire.
Even then, it never extinguishes.
♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥
I don't know why I wrote this.
But, it's my life.
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Once, there was a candle standing alone on the top of a Minar, no light and no shine.
Then suddenly came a FIRE, kindled the candle shining brightly from nadir to zenith.
But, sometimes the flame of the candle becomes dimmed and again gets back bright shining from the fire.
Again it slows down, and again hopes for the light of fire.
Even then, it never extinguishes.
♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥♥•.¸¸.•♥
I don't know why I wrote this.
But, it's my life.
ㄟ(ツ)ㄏ
