Solo. Sì, era quella la parola chiave, la parola più terribile di tutto il vocabolario. Al confronto "omicidio" era solo una bazzecola e "inferno" ne era solo un blando sinonimo...

I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breathe air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need. This is the only way I can want you to love me.

Jab apne hi jab chahe chod jaate hain,
Toh gairon se kya sikayat karna...

Walking in the darkness towards the light

Looked up and saw its day not night

Written By Neel

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