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Sunday, October 25, 2009



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Only I can get my heart broken whilst asleep and wake up weeping from a dream, clutching the last vestiges of a faithless smoke screen.
Only I can, then, squeeze my eyes shut and pray fervently for my mind to drift back to that believable haze so I can convince you not to leave.
Only I, who has helped a hundred, can find myself unable to sever and erase the past tense from my memory.
Only I, can be this 'morbid'.


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Sunday, October 18, 2009



Kaisay kuch loag bichartay hain...


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Thursday, October 08, 2009



I feel like a tree tht's thick n strng n tall, frevr close to the sun bt nvr to the ground below where new spring flowr saps wud b birthd in a bed of forevr dewy grass n marshy land. I feel ive missd out on important thngs whyl being tht tree, tht grew up tall in the first place to stop the sun frm takng the dew. I feel exhausted n cheated.


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Friday, October 02, 2009



Champions Trophy 09

Aus vs Eng (1st semi)

Commentator: So, did u always say "please" and "thankyou" in ur time?

Ravi Shastri: only in Pakistan where there arn't any neutral umpires

< yo, ravi, man, i hope us Pakistanis fuckd u gud n proper bck tht time jst like v did ths tournament. No wondr u stil remembr wht v were like. Fckng assholes. What a bunch ov sore losers u guys are! >

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