My Journal September the first:

I still remember how long we’ve known each other. Can you believe the fuckin' that?!

“No, Lord admitted. “So…you knew you liked my style from that moment?”
“I hated you at first and still !”..
“Okay, fine.”

Some mornings still heat me and it felt like the night before. I’m just waiting for the years I don’t miss you anymore.

And I wish that while walking in your life's lane, you come across and walk with dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners...

Every journey of your life most beautiful, fulfilling and prideful. Let the world feel blessed and continue to get better by touch of your balls!

My curse inside is like acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured. I admit that it was a fault.

I want to say somewhere: "I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. The Judge was standing outside, and I invited him in !

Once that flowing water boils, there's nothing wrong with it as long as you let it flow. We denied ourselves's freedom to feel, disease-ridden, poisonous, deadly; that is your hate...

Please wait the right world to come and you will feel the same paper boats of mine...

I Love you but Fuck you!

#Nabhaniat #Me_Myself

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