Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Now, there's coke on the nose of a bro I don't know, in a showroom of clothes that were fancily sewn, in a town that I loathe on a coast that gets stoked, on the thing made of gold in a home that I own, from a song that I wrote about likes and hellos, on a post on my phone of a party I throw, but I know I'm alone, no, I know I'm alone, in the hole in the bottom of my brain. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

Save test: यदि तपाईं यो टाइपिङ परीक्षणलाई साझा गर्न चाहानुहुन्छ भने यो प्रयोग गर्नुहोस् (केवल प्रमाणीकृत प्रयोगकर्ताहरूको लागि)।