Harassment Do It the Million
Harassment Do it the million but
we will not do anything.
When you have loved you,
then how will the pain not endured.
Whenever the intoxication climbs your.
It calls your distance close.
Otherwise no heart is mine,
Laughs about something.
Separate whether you live from us now.
But we will be your own.
Harassment do it the million but
we will not do anything.
When you have loved you,
then how will the pain not endured.
Copyright © Kishan Sharma | Year Posted 2018
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