Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: And maybe that was the tragedy of it all. A gloomy human with a mind a bit too fuzzy, forever walking around a blank space of grey, trying to escape the inescapable buzzing glow in their ribs. To drown out that deafening call of the imprudent lake that so limberly cast them aside now and then. Like a dog's rough collar I am, always it seems, stifled around the edges, and too obtrusive in the dull serene. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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