The soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling haunted every night. It shattered and broke many a times so finally it got used to it but still it bleeds and it bleeds with simplicity, painfully, infinitely, so then in one of the loneliest hours of midnight in lack of a listening ear that it decided to pour all that into poetry and quotes and theories and paras and then came this. I hope you enjoy it! Give this book a try. This book consists of four parts. The chapters in this book are listed in a way as if they're speaking a tale with mere poetry. Each part is like a phase. #16 - untold (18/06/19) #12 - anecdote (13/07/19) #12 - untold (22/07/19) #05 - anecdote (22/07/19) The pictures used in the book and the illustration used in the cover does not belong to me. I got them from pinterest. Credits to the artists who created them. P.S. - They must be amazing.
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