On a freezing night my hands, cold like a frozen milk my head, a burden resting on body yearns for a warm shoulder I look at youuuu so gorgeous stretching her hand towards mine holding whole universe in her eyes… Continue Reading →
Do real relationships exist ? Do they ? Relationships in this generations are like “Let’s be in a relationship until we find a better option” . Most of the relationships are based conditions . As long as his/her needs are… Continue Reading →
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