Sometimes I think am I living? I don’t think so. Is this life? Is this fucking life. Starts at morning and ends at almost midnight but between them I never feel I am a living being just for one moment. So what the hell you call this one? Once upon I had lot of dream to do lot of thinks, but now I thinks all of them are dying one by one. Just I am remaining and waiting for ultimate destiny. “There is no compromise about ultimate destination in life.” Is this my ultimate destination? These are all things, I deserve? I don’t know. I am becoming sullen day by day. I don’t find any heal
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