Wednesday, January 7, 2009

There are millions of sides to everyone of us. Everyone is somewhere or the other trying to relate, what we actually are. But we are not what we are, And what we are, we dont really know. What we believe is, is not actually there. N we continue to follow this vicious cycle.
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