It’s a cycle I feel like every person that I meetis for a reasonThey teach me something I missed learning from someone who’s no longer a part of methey put me in their shoesmake me realise how they might have… Continue Reading →
Sitting at a window seat looking at the running trees, I wonder, “How simpler life used to be” This window seat used to be a source of happiness Me and my brother always fought for it But as every elder… Continue Reading →
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