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mercy
Lamborghini Murci, Your chick she so thirsty You have corrupted me in the most beautiful ways, in the way that this song has destroyed a word that has utmost feelings.
furious
Her ears heated, and words flurried from her head to her mouth. She wondered out loud, "Why are you being like this? After all this time?" Then she ran away, to save herself -- and to save him.
least
Time and time again, we recall what happened some month back. And while tears well in my eyes, I'm glad now. At least all the pain and the hurt was worth it, because I am happy with you.
pediatrician
The touch of small hands, the cries of a tiny soul, and the wonder of young life -- every day, new faces yet old, good feelings.
starry
Your hand in mine, my head leaned on yours, the starry night became the backdrop of our love.
polar
Sometimes, I just don't understand how you work. Your mouth keeps telling me no, and yet your actions spur me on.
irreverent
Nobody cares anymore. We've grown irreverent of the big issues that continuously wrap our society. Stop ignorance, and start paying attention.
doors
Behind one of those doors, the perfect timeline is bound to exist. The one where we become happy. I forgot how many times I've undergone the misery. Every time, it seems I commit a mistake.
stealth
Footsteps on the grass disturb my concentration. I look around, and yet I see nothing. I start pacing toward the bunch of grass and leaves. Then I feel a pain and a certain wetness in my stomach. Then, I was gone.
wrought
The heat pressed on. I felt so much pain and yet so much fulfillment. Wrought up by flames and calloused hands, I became a piece of art.
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