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i love that arrogance which erupt like volcano unknowingly she does this to make me fall in lines she thinks so. she keeps on changing themes till she does not know. she is no more the same but she thinks to remain so. change the look ,learning to live life on it's own words change, attitude change, but she thinks to remain so. she want's every thing but wants to come on there own. change is the course of life she knows but pretend not to deviate. forgetting all her pain, inflicting as much as she can create. waiting for the rose, mesmerize by it's beauty, knowing it cannot talk. budging not an inch, dreaming rose has kiss her lips, didn't allow the rose to walk
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
smell of rose
i love that arrogance which erupt like volcano unknowingly she does this to make me fall in lines she thinks so. she keeps on changing themes till she does not know. she is no more the same but she thinks to remain so. change the look ,learning to live life on it's own words change, attitude change, but she thinks to remain so. she want's every thing but wants to come on there own. change is the course of life she knows but pretend not to deviate. forgetting all her pain, inflicting as much as she can create. waiting for the rose, mesmerize by it's beauty, knowing it cannot talk. budging not an inch, dreaming rose has kiss her lips, didn't allow the rose to walk
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
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