A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
Ur like a target dat I always try 2 aim at. How I wish I cud aim u at d heart. But evrytime I fail, I fil so sad. U know y? Its bcoz I always end up missin u.
Agar koi achha sa Msg he to use Jaldi Se
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Paper par likh kar almari me band kar do.
Kahin galti se SEND na ho jaaye,
Kanjoos.
