Saturday, 19 September 2015

All about him.

If my life was a book, that asshole would have been able to narrate every chapter without even reading it.

If my life was a song, he'd be able to play it on every instrument on the face of the earth.

If my life was a poem, he'd recite it whenever he got the chance.

If my life was a food, he would eat that for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.

If my life was a shirt, he'd wear it 5 times a week without caring about what people would say.

If my life was a movie, he'd watch it over and over again until he knew all the dialogues.

Little did he know, my life was all about him..

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