Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same. Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. You turned into your worst fears. And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain. Crossing out the good years. And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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