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bidisha in
Romance |
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My heart is a museum of all the people that came and left. All the happy memories lay hanging on the walls, all the sad ones lie in a box in a room hidden from the world. Everytime a person comes into my life, my mind automatically starts thinking of how they too would occupy a place in my museum, h Read More...
Published on May 19,2020 11:50 PM
By
bidisha in
Poetry |
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Our emotions are both visitors and Messenger they tell stories of who we once were and the things that happened even those we can't remember they bear witness of the loves we once held that left and came back with new names for everything we feel is rooted in ourselves not our surroundings so if you Read More...
Published on May 19,2020 11:01 PM
