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There is different kind of brilliance in your eyes, a magical feeling which arises with your presence to all those dim yet beautiful nights i've spent on your lap. From my looming demise to your utter courageous filled laughters, when you looked right into my eye and your pupil dilated, your cheeks coloured and your heart rate rose. In damp river of memories when you couldn't choose between two and your lips pouted to touch your nose, then to ultimate hair with a glory of strength to how you hugged me between your strong arms
Once a human dies, he's given 7 minutes of brain activity. As the soul leaves for hell and i pass away, first minute went by and i couldn't see you around. Second passed by and people banged my chest so did third when somebody took your name. Fourth minute was when my dead body lied in un-satisfied and fifth was when i started to crumble but how can i hold you again? Sixth was when i knew i was helpless and you came to my funeral, with your face uncovered but mine was wrapped again. Seventh minute, i just wished i told you i loved you, but...

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