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I am scared of 7th August. The day I was born but also lost. 15 years ago came the night I regreted being born at all. At sharp 12 am, I...
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I long for the time when tension only meant fear of examination; When love meant a weird tickle in your stomach, dried throat and cold hands... -
Friendship isn't just a casual affair, A fleeting moment of convenience in the air, It's a bond that runs deep, a soulful share, Of ...
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