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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y1wqtdm5hC3OQo5ijfJIOckFlnQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y1wqtdm5hC3OQo5ijfJIOckFlnQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/zDcvFCmS2xo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/zDcvFCmS2xo/old-enough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E5DD-h2ZuAk/Tf5Q5GhACPI/AAAAAAAAGWo/hCpUrA0EfyQ/s72-c/6253937_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-8867588155961428925</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2011 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-11T11:32:55.709+05:00</atom:updated><title>We are all what we choose</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TaKggbPox0I/AAAAAAAAGV8/ttct0YJrBys/s1600-h/1380%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="1380" border="0" alt="1380" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TaKgiIZ0EmI/AAAAAAAAGWA/v1ChXUTxMvs/1380_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose. (&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38313.html" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TaKgjqwnyZI/AAAAAAAAGWE/_6ndfnrQPng/s1600-h/474%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="474" border="0" alt="474" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TaKglO9nwfI/AAAAAAAAGWI/_Ucvp52Dn2U/474_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="248"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-8867588155961428925?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QR510DSlv5q0_Xm9PXZadY6VSIg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QR510DSlv5q0_Xm9PXZadY6VSIg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/pSAdFuLxrJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/pSAdFuLxrJc/we-are-all-what-we-choose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TaKgiIZ0EmI/AAAAAAAAGWA/v1ChXUTxMvs/s72-c/1380_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-all-what-we-choose.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-7663789253597148713</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2010 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-28T00:47:58.933+05:00</atom:updated><title>Live every moment</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TRjqxQrUIkI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/IoETpFBM53c/s1600-h/1053%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1053" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="237" alt="1053" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TRjqzJUgpGI/AAAAAAAAGVY/kr70S1wETlQ/1053_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I grew up, I’ve learnt that…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even the person that wasn’t supposed to let you down, probably will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ll have your heart broken, and you’ll break other’s too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ll fight with your best friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ll cry because time is flying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So take a lot of pictures, laugh too much, forgive and love like you have never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no timeouts, no second chances, so live it to the fullest. Tell someone what they mean to you. Dance in the rain. Hold someone’s hand. Comfort a friend. Take chances. Fall in love. Live every moment… Because every moment you spend is a second of happiness that you will never get back!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As received in a text message.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-7663789253597148713?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GrWPS8XMyuUQuwLXfCHaR8oUbeQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GrWPS8XMyuUQuwLXfCHaR8oUbeQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/NzNH6Y7axeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/NzNH6Y7axeY/new-beginnings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TM43csCMUzI/AAAAAAAAGJM/sqJgr9t_mj4/s72-c/980_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-beginnings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-4122255733294684313</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-26T22:52:46.559+05:00</atom:updated><title>Accept what comes your way</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TMcVYWQC-nI/AAAAAAAAGJA/qPKPSF2bTnI/s1600-h/29%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="29" border="0" alt="29" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TMcVax4vwtI/AAAAAAAAGJE/-6u_RLUr0qM/29_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="342" height="252"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy. Just realize that things aren’t ever what you hoped they’d be. Not ever. For anybody. The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is that there are some who stay angry about it and there are some who accept what comes their way. (&lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/post/1262353035/im-thinking-that-sometimes-you-just-have-to-make" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-4122255733294684313?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dbRQdN3XeRavz2wtZQIw2MSWjaY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dbRQdN3XeRavz2wtZQIw2MSWjaY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/6fL1uO7sunk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/6fL1uO7sunk/be-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TMW0u-5a9tI/AAAAAAAAGI8/VXi0Fe6P5F8/s72-c/1104_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-real.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-7056736040708392505</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T15:55:49.327+05:00</atom:updated><title>When two people love each other</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A master asked his disciples: &lt;p&gt;‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’ &lt;p&gt;the disciples thought for a while, and one of them said: &lt;p&gt;‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’ &lt;p&gt;But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry? &lt;p&gt;The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master. &lt;p&gt;Finally he explained: &lt;p&gt;‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’ &lt;p&gt;Then the master asked: &lt;p&gt;‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’ &lt;p&gt;And he finally said: &lt;p&gt;‘When they love each other even more, what happens?‘They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. &lt;p&gt;‘Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’ &lt;p&gt;By: &lt;p&gt;Paulo Coelho &lt;p&gt;---------------------------------- &lt;p&gt;Copied from a friend’s note on Facebook…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-7056736040708392505?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OnBBmOu3GvSwlbuhiSLAQG7ikBc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OnBBmOu3GvSwlbuhiSLAQG7ikBc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/xA4V92V2SfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/xA4V92V2SfE/when-two-people-love-each-other.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-two-people-love-each-other.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-8807331548041209957</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T23:11:18.526+05:00</atom:updated><title>All you need</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZhvm34JQI/AAAAAAAAGTY/SnLzzx-C85o/s1600-h/875%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="875" border="0" alt="875" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZhxBN_gZI/AAAAAAAAGTc/CS6BRaMOryY/875_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" height="286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes - all you need is one. (&lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/post/1071359861/at-this-moment-there-are-6-470-818-671-people-in" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-8807331548041209957?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkrPEi7GhUz1juQ4n4iw7erAAAo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SkrPEi7GhUz1juQ4n4iw7erAAAo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/3UwwCvvNBIk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/3UwwCvvNBIk/all-you-need.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZhxBN_gZI/AAAAAAAAGTc/CS6BRaMOryY/s72-c/875_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-you-need.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-4919610371563856672</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T23:07:41.138+05:00</atom:updated><title>Knowing all about someone</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZg5TdLNSI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/nZhxguOF5fc/s1600-h/237%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="237" border="0" alt="237" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZg69IKorI/AAAAAAAAGTU/QLguVPh1E2c/237_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" height="235"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.(&lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/post/1071074672/love-is-knowing-all-about-someone-and-still" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-4919610371563856672?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/67khkWpiHKAPe-FVVDfrtJ48Aig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/67khkWpiHKAPe-FVVDfrtJ48Aig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/LTZKE4Jo1jA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/LTZKE4Jo1jA/knowing-all-about-someone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZg69IKorI/AAAAAAAAGTU/QLguVPh1E2c/s72-c/237_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/09/knowing-all-about-someone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-8195330950775539656</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T23:12:45.771+05:00</atom:updated><title>Perfect Relationship</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZiFTgNBiI/AAAAAAAAGTg/HleXVwl_Ay4/s1600-h/449%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="449" border="0" alt="449" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZiHAYmVgI/AAAAAAAAGTk/CfFnQ_xuhNA/449_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot. (&lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/post/1071141886/no-relationship-is-perfect-ever-there-are" target="_blank"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-8195330950775539656?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9QVIVnFqRiCLSKIiVBhuraW7boo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9QVIVnFqRiCLSKIiVBhuraW7boo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~4/fwCIOtM0PGA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/amarbail-blogspot/~3/fwCIOtM0PGA/perfect-relationship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Haris Gulzar)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZiHAYmVgI/AAAAAAAAGTk/CfFnQ_xuhNA/s72-c/449_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://harisgulzar.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-relationship.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498283496278653601.post-818849735566092913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T23:19:21.797+05:00</atom:updated><title>Care in return</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZjo2OvzqI/AAAAAAAAGTo/tFUcAWvZiV0/s1600-h/747%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="747" border="0" alt="747" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_GQZHlyP9Zh0/TQZjqGd2tHI/AAAAAAAAGTs/oPwfwgH6AE8/747_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="420" height="71"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How does it feel when you think people you really care for, don’t care for you in return?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1498283496278653601-818849735566092913?l=harisgulzar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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