How beautiful a life had we, a time machine to travel back to the days of harmony. Harmony of the psychological system. Peace is all we can relate to being amidst a bunch of maniacs.
A pact in the beckoning, to the day we are alive we shall never be away. Amusement at the unending quarrels and yet a sense of unification.
The days on vacation seemed ruthless and daily home choirs made it almost unimaginable to be apart with such losers.
Comforting the morons and assurances of a future together, through thick n thin. Circumstances trashed away like a puff of smoke.
And suddenly you wake up to the harsh ambiance, there is just you and your *&^ up memories. One question persists,are we still fri-ends?
Deep within even they remember, its the necessity of a wasted life to depart. However, certainly they'll always occupy a special place in our lifes. The moments we cherished to be immortal.
A pact in the beckoning, to the day we are alive we shall never be away. Amusement at the unending quarrels and yet a sense of unification.
The days on vacation seemed ruthless and daily home choirs made it almost unimaginable to be apart with such losers.
Comforting the morons and assurances of a future together, through thick n thin. Circumstances trashed away like a puff of smoke.
And suddenly you wake up to the harsh ambiance, there is just you and your *&^ up memories. One question persists,
Deep within even they remember, its the necessity of a wasted life to depart. However, certainly they'll always occupy a special place in our lifes. The moments we cherished to be immortal.
i guess its simple template....thanks b/w 4 d appreciation
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