Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I fear that on my last day, on my deathbed, that is when the meaning of things will enter the room and kiss my forehead and whisper into my ear what it was I should have done with my life, and how I should've conducted myself. Hell isn't a fire pit but a museum of regrets. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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