For everything.
Yeah, damn you must be blamed for everything.
I will move on.
I'm prepared to groom my new phase, new me.
Even though it's less exciting this time. I guess.
Afterall, I don't like myself for being like this.
And I think I too would find someone better, much better and best person than you.
One thing, where did it all go wrong?
It's a mere word called communication.
We both failed at it.
Just a small exchange of words can do wonders.
In the end, after all, we were good at carrying out our own Tacenda.
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TACENDA
Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
