Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: My health will disappear, as I down more cheap beer. Cause one day I'll be coughing up a lung. filled with tar and blood. For now I'm alone and I'll be on my own that day my friend. Cause somethings never change. Something stay a certain and I promise I'll come home as soon as I can find it. But somethings just wont change. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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