"You were a Hot Tea and I was the Smoke of that Tea! I was a Smoke because you wanted to play with me, own me and I was dancing by the thought that you want me as much as I want you!
But I forgot that every Hot Tea becomes Cold as you became Cold Hearted and now I don't exist anymore, I'm gone!
I was a Smoke!"
-Daniyal Ghani
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