Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: It's what my heart just yearns to sing, in ways that can't be said. It's what my rotting bones will say when the rest of me is dead. It's what's engraved upon my heart in letter deeply worn. Today I somehow understand the reason I was born. Cos outwardly he says I try so hard to make you laugh at me, and she, she does, she laughs as though she's not heard the joke ten thousand times before. And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she's hurtling through time. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।