Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: This city has your fingerprints all over it, and I can't even think about how someday she will too. And I know I'll get over it, cause that's just what I'll do. But what really kills me is everything you got used to. I'm getting good at holding it in, all my emotions, all my feelings, but the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem. What really kills me is all the small things. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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