They are like the breeze that carry the fragrance and stench along and have nothing to say..
bringing dust into your eyes and music to the ears- like pain and pleasure - nothing to convey.
My message is not a hoisted flag , not an autobiography crafted to sell ..
Its not a picture that speaks a thousand words not the silence that leaves it to anonymous discretion .
My message is not ' I love you' i wish it was just that
Its more like ' will you love me forever?' ' i am very insecure'
' I want to leave' ' do not leave me '...
Once upon a time there was a story that never began because it was very scared of the end
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