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Sitting on a rooftop and overthinking after midnight has never been a great combination, Yet here I am wrapped around In his arms, Trying to make sense of why getting drunk over his smell of rum and honey is so… Continue Reading →
There was a girl, A student, A friend, A sister, A daughter. She was everything expected from her. She lived according to others, without wanting anything in return. She was just as normal as anyone on the… Continue Reading →
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