Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Butterflies don't flutter in my stomach, when he comes to say hi, instead I feel the burning betrayal of my own foolish heart. And I wonder as I slowly loose my breath, Why him? Why her? Why me? So I'll let my silence reign over peace, and let him be fore stolen glances and fragile moments. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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