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who m i? what i m upto. i don't know but i guess i just want to live off the edge. now wat's that? edge .........u wanna see things right outta ur iris. hell ya wake up time life and this world both r the place ..its a place wen u see fake ppl doing the fake things. wat really is fake? smiling in front of ppl wen somebdy is just not tolerable. there are certainly somethings in life which u can't get by snatching from the other ppl. in those things one of the greatest thing is called love. love is the thing that makes me write this blog just in case may be the person who is in my heart cud read this one and feel something for me. and if she is really be reading then just a wicked thought comes is it taht important. wat do we need really is love but y working so hard to get it y isn't we r made for each other. isn't the feeling comes into ur mind that y love is only for some wen its a thing which must be for evryone.

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sonam said…
yaar...ann.. luv isn't something made for 'some' it's made for all...its just that v gt too caught up in the dicephering the "fakes" and "reals" that miss out on the love so many around us are showering on us all the time...though the form might not the way v expect it!
May 17, 2009, 12:03:00 PM
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