Dear Diary,
I am a shell.
I feel empty.
I am a shell, empty and void.
Every time I stare at my reflection, all I can see is a broken, abandoned doll.
I am a broken shell, waiting for my sea waves.
Sometimes I don't feel humane, as if I just cease to exist in space and time.
I am a shell, hanging down to a bracelet, the owner feels happy.
I am a monster.
I am a broken shell, lying on the sand.
I will always be a monster.
I am an abandoned shell, waiting for my waves.
–Ojasvi
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Your Perfect Lies
RomanceWhen a wealthy heiress crosses paths with an ordinary architect. Despite the luxury surrounding her, Ojasvi longs for true freedom instead of a life sheltered in a magnificent mansion. Yet, her freedom is not without limits, and she is resolved to m...
