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Can’t trust my fate, can’t curse my nerves For falling in love with a soul I don’t deserve In every

Dear Crazy, I’m still choking over the memories we’ve built Wearing smiling masks, leaving my heart unhealed With your presence

  Holding on to the memories like separated puzzles Demented with worry till the end of the start Pretending not

The fake image that the mirror’s reflecting Hiding tears, you’re afraid of the mascara melting At the end of the

Funny how the biggest sigh is the one you take When you realize it’s already the end Letting go of

Homebound in your arms hypnotized Taking breaths with our heartbeats synchronized Living with our destiny so uncertain While I lay

Amidst our busy schedules When all the souls sleep, we reunite Rant like it’s the end of everything Fighting to

Sometimes I wish it never happened I feel like travelling to the past Making our meet un-happen Watching heartbreaks I

Shabab stayed silent, looking at the window blinds, as the clock ticked. Dr. Humaira, the psychiatrist, waited for him to

She always used to say, “You never know whether we will eventually end up to be together.” Maybe that line