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Choice

We live in the ocean of choices, We never know what we suppose to choose In which one gonna suit in our lives, What we choose we have to use. Sometime we choose the wrong things We desperately run after these We will know later, those were bad huntings, Might be it was our wrong hypothesis. Sometime we choose the right things, But we do less care about these We think those were not our real expectings This is nothing but our mental crisis.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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