The dark shadows will one day envelop the entire sky, no one will ever dare to fly, with the darkness rising above us, we will be always watched by the devil’s eye. someday, somehow, someone might rise, a prince will be born in a pauper’s disguise, maybe some of us have to pay the ultimate price, but he will one day bring a new sunrise.
i am what i am and i am the best......Hmm....what to write???? Actually this place is very short to write anything but still i'll manage to write something about me.... Here goes nothing....Hi.... This is Sourav.... Sourav Mukherjee.... My frnds call me Sam.... some call me darkprince.... some people think that i am still childish in my nature and i still remain in the world of fantasies.... for ur kind information this is totally true.... this world is very cruel so its better to live in the world of fantasies.... and its definitely better to live your life your way than living according to what others say.......... Some think that i am totally mad but they are wrong, actually i am a psycho.... lolx.... Plz dnt make me angry....i cant control my anger.... i usually laugh a lot.... I try to keep others happy n I hate tears.... I am very talkative but it depends upon the person with whom i am talking, if i like him/her then he/she will get to know everything about me otherwise i will remain silent.... I am stylish in my own way.... My idol is SALMAN KHAN.... wanna build up my body like his someday.... I am fond of animations.... Dragonball Z is my favourite animation.... I am totally crazy about Linkin Park songs.... this probably rounds up almost everything although much are left....oh ya, iam here for gd frnds, if u wanna be my frnds just add me n see hw we become very gd frnds....
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