Manzil Na Milee

Most of me might be worthless; it won’t hurt you to read my thought. I was digging in dark and deep; freezing, shivering, and sometimes hot. Look like lazy and little bit loose; but believe me baby it means a lot. Very different and hard to believe; thought is the same with brand new shot. Somebody should have been upfront; somebody should have opened the naught. You can cook up and twist the tale; someday surely you will get caught. No thank you I don’t ask anything; price or praise no men...