And when the nightingale sang it's melodious tune once more, I whistled to its tune. We used to sing with the nightingale together but now it sings all by itself to me, the boy with just half a heart.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Drowning Thoughts
Short StoryA girl woke up at 2am and decided to drown her thoughts before it drowns her.
 
                                               
                                                  