Epitome of My Past is evolving the LIVING statue which had never been hooked up in the schedule of future. The future which has become present is presenting the Numb fugitive being without the fancy existence. Though I am totally Blank slate but hardened enough to write any new line by the predators of the society. The barren land which has been craving for fertility of sensible words and sparkling gestures poured by the infant pupils with pure rationalism.
My intentionally imposed restraints. Tantrums will no more work out.


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