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they call it,self obsession.
Nazrul studying in np 19 dis year a fighter,a friend. a true believer,a lover |
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his mother felt: worry, rage, powerlessness. Survival of the fittest, she'd said. And just when she thought he was settled and happy at last, he comes back. Except, in her eyes, he has simply run away again. He puts the stones in his pocket. He will stop running, he thinks. He has survived, after all. When he reaches the shoreline, he throws the pebbles, one by one, back into the sea. He doesn't know what he will say to Sarah, or to Ash. He knows there is nothing, now, that he can say to Sean. He lies down, puts his ear to the sand and listens to the humming earth. we ignore those who adores us yet adores those who ignores us. Hurt those who loves us and yet love those who hurt us. isn't tt ironic? |
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