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it all began at night when i almost ate my dinner along with the plate and said i'm not hungry, i don't wanna eat and i'm gonna take a shit and so i did in my toilet seat but this shit's not about that it's about a fact that my emotion's come to me around this time, i can literally see the colors of that time when i used to shine and shit gets heavy on my head i wish i could just go stoic instead of feeling those emotions that i've bottled up, when i use puns to cover up for my sadness and to cover up my anger through madness thirty minute's passed and it just grows and i begin to want to throw up all that i've eaten those overwhelming emotion's beaten the shit outa my sense but as i just remain as dense as a fool as thought fights over as i duck for cover i become a sentimental fool messing up everything that the cool part of me has set up i wish i'd just stop being controlled by my emotions to this extent bu...

ghadima bahra bajeko chha tara yo ghadi ko k bhara sayad galat samaya po dekhako ho ki? kagatma pokheko masijhai chatpatirako chha man, kahi dulna gako hola yo mero chhati chiri resham firiri geet gaudai andhakarma chiri lukamari kheldai chha yo man ani mero dimaagma jhan anautha soch haru palauna thalea chhan hudai chha bhanabhan ti soch haru ko bichma bhari hudai chha sharir, thaleko chha thichna yo madhya raat ko sunyata le malai tara nindra ko atto patto chhaina bigat ka ritto yaad haruma ghumdai chha man kaanma ti yaad haruma chan-chan bajaudai chha bhajan- -ma nacheki aimaiko pauju jasitai awajharu bolaudai chha yaad haru le bhanera "aunu ma kaha ani sajaunu malai fulmala jastai" tara khasdia chhu ma aafnai mutu bhitrako dwanda ma kinaki mera sochharu swatantra roopma yuddha garera juddhdai chhan yo madhya raat ko sunyatama (actually wrote this a day back. fitting for tonight's situation too but it's more of an everynight thing for...

i've walked alone a million times had memories of people who've made me shine bright like a star memories of people who've stopped war inside my head for a few moments but never has my will bended towards a specific way that's fair to say that no road has ever been special to me, no broad memories in any other road not here, nor abroad not that i've ever left my hometown so i'm a hometown clown and yet that path is so special maybe because i've walked it a few times with someone dear who taught me to have no fear and to care  with no limits who's broken me to bits and pieces and sewn them all together yes my memories with her my memories of those warm night when there were only few people in sight and as i reminish them i realize that things have changed not our love but our situation  and that gives me tension so that path is special to me cause it makes me happy-sad and that's what love is; happy-sad so i guess i'...