the end.

the end.

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♡ my breathing becomes labored, my eyes taking slow, fluttering blinks, as i feel the thick blanket of sleep drawing me under its covers. i hear a laugh. some cries of sorrow. the sounds of birds and rustling trees. they sound distant, yet very near. but that doesn't fit the scene i'm in. what am i doing? where am i? ♡
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When mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear readers, thank you very much for reading my works. I appreciate your time and willingness to read my works.☺ Reaching 1K views was like a dream come true and thanks to you guys. A single view, comment and vote of yours make my day. It means a lot. Please guys, vote and comment on my works. A single tap and thoughts of yours can brighten up my day.☺ Please do vote, comment and follow my account. Thank you A huge thanks to @scarla_scorpion for the wonderful cover.

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