Vivek Singh
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Fear,
Not your friend ever for
But enemy forever.
It's rare!
Doesn't exist in
The mind of a Champion.
Not feel the fear.
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Why?
How?
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Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from mimosas you flow un... Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Very nice... Very nice...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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