All this perpetual longing for happiness made you stick up that smile on your slippery, soaked skin. But did they ever tell you, that this paint that you wear, doesn't come for free?
The paint is my own. I made it and smeared it on me. I like it. It makes me happy and many others. Happiness and the longing for it, is free, like the air you breathe. You may choke yourself if you wish, but that will be your own choice. I want to breathe. What do you want?
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u pay a price for happiness... thats what u mean is it?
Hey Cynic
The paint is my own. I made it and smeared it on me. I like it. It makes me happy and many others. Happiness and the longing for it, is free, like the air you breathe. You may choke yourself if you wish, but that will be your own choice. I want to breathe. What do you want?
lol :P
@ div: :)
@ soumya: :S
why so serious ??
i mean seriously its been ages since i've read something lively on ur blog
hahahaha... ah well.. what doesn't kill you.. only makes you.. stranger :P :P
alrt enough of nonsense.. lively post soon... for sure
only makes you stranger or stronger ?
the paint may not come for free but the emotions that it evokes on others' faces; its worth the price i pay for the paint... :D
oh its provocative ...
but not sooo true man... happiness is free .. u can get it whenever u want...
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