Not my cup of coffee:

MyDiary: {A short post}

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One wants and pluck a thousand stars plugging them to their apparel but the ambition falls dead deep into the ocean with onlookers calling it just utopian, and rightly so. Dismay overtakes with the disgruntled soul spreading his hands in the void air still hankering for his dreams. It happens with every body with only certain exceptions. P.B. Shelley possibly wrote the following lines in this very context:

Smiling they live and call life pleasure

To me that cup has been dealt in another measure


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