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Squeezed lemon with some salt on the nose and on upper lips completing the final round. Carefully separating the snake fights posture pipes and to make others believe that your mind is still in your control.
A smile shines out through that smokey glass, laughter becomes a part to be shared and not enjoyed alone. Fights for songs to be played, which are recent on our mind.
With each other, we are, the one which we have never been but always wanted to be.
Without whom I try to live unknown to everyone even knowing, although we are all different like the weathers but we are only complete with each other. 
 Life is what I hunt for every time, the only fear I have is of existing and surviving, but I want to live 
Whether a person goes to a temple or to a bar all he does is to find a larger slice of life. 
My thoughts may be wrong, seems to be harsh but they are true. A day before the word unsuccessful pointed sharply in my eyes, it was what I deserved.
The celebration was not for that but for those whom we hardly meet, see or talk these days since our life made its own way towards our destination, some were circumstances, some brave yet regretting decision
My life is not what it pretends to be, I don't want to know it because I like surprises and when they are from the life they are the best to be learned from, that's the reason I don't take it seriously, but I love the life I live.
Sleep late have fun, get wild, drive fast on empty streets fall I love.
The day worth to remember since it made our blood race.

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