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Madness and me...

Madness follows me...
People get mad and hysterical.. that is what happened... to me...
And the worst part is that i have no idea what I did... Must be the cardinal error again...
Things in fux... packing is still on... Giving myself quality time is the priority...
... Time to let go of this period... A defining period.. when I knew of all that befell me. before it befell me... hehe..
That I might call was the worst part.. and I hammered my finger on the righ hand... and it's all blue and really painful...

Is dard ka koi ilaaj nahin,
Samay kii chaap halki padegi to,
nahin sunaayi degi meri cheekh,
bardaasht karnaa seekh jaayenge...

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