The Fear of Losing Air


My love will force you to lose your patience
But I'll be there to win it for you..

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  1. hope you had a nice break.
    land on me when you jump off the cliff or something like that :))

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  2. hey Rob.. I had a refreshing break from everything and now life has got me back :)
    Thanks for your love :) :)

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  3. missed ur few words of love n wisdom!!!

    d words n pic expressed it all :)

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  5. So, who wins finally; and for whom ?? Being in love is always beautiful.

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  6. Whoa! That does sound really unconditional. If not a little unrealistic. I think true love always goes under appreciated.

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  7. I wish all that you write.. is heard.. and u get the best companion ever..

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  8. two small lines, yet they have a lasting effect if used to the one they are meant for.
    Nice...

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  9. But who will win mine back for me...my love has flown to a world unknown.

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  10. @Khushi- I'll win it for her, and I'll bring her love back from the unknown world.. and then I'll be done, I can silently walk away.

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  11. @ Beyond And when you are done, why will you silently walk away.........

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  14. ..woah..that's killin..direct dil se..

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