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Posted: 12 years ago

#731

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

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Posted: 12 years ago

#732

Originally posted by: Roshini1494

I did not meant that 😡 i meant i can also help you in searching if it is really lots of time consuming means 😊 awww...so difficult??? 😲 awww 😭 and i planned to join IIT for my PG
and pls dont worry na..calm down yourself 🤗 you will do well 😳

@blue : PLEASEEE do!!!! 😈😃

I just need... luck?! 🤡

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snowflake.

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Posted: 12 years ago

#733

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

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Roshini

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Posted: 12 years ago

#734

Originally posted by: SilentPromises

@blue : PLEASEEE do!!!! 😈😃

I just need... luck?! 🤡

haha...Let me first survive after 4 yrs of UG 😆 u have LUCK 😳

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snowflake.

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Posted: 12 years ago

#735

For you, a thousand times over

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Posted: 12 years ago

#736

Originally posted by: Roshini1494

haha...Let me first survive after 4 yrs of UG 😆 u have LUCK 😳

😎

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Posted: 12 years ago

#737

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

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snowflake.

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Posted: 12 years ago

#738

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms.