Do I write better when I’m sador when I’m in love? These days, I doubt if i can ever write againit’s like I’m drained outnothing left to pour outmaybe I’m hollow I see these people once thought to be mineand… Continue Reading →
Do you remember the pillow on my bed? The one whom I slept holding tight when you weren’t around I named it after you even how childish it sounded kept it beside me even how clingy it looked One fine… Continue Reading →
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