Simran Two years have slipped through silent nights, Where memories once sweet, now taste of bitter fights. In the quiet corners of her diary, she writes - A baker lost, who cannot turn sorrow into light. Shubman In a shadowed room, with faded pictures in hand, He whispers to promises lost like grains of sand. His heart heavy with guilt, beyond words' domain, Begging for a chance to heal love's deepest pain.
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