Why do we always feel like we can’t live without our phone, almost to the point that it seems as if it is a part of our very cells themselves?
love is done why is heart afraid again with love - guess the Hindi song
Our dinner guests howl that we're evil When they notice their place in the meal. But it's no big deal why; We're just one happy tribe, And we get really fed up with people!
Who, or what, are we?
