A Scarred Vagabond
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Ongoing23m
Last published Tue, May 7, 2019
Ranked:-
#5 dreadful as per 23/04/2019
#252 mysterious as per 27/04/2019
"The past is never where you think you left it."
~Katherine Anne Porter
" Reality is nothing but Perception . An Individual's Perception is the proof of his individuality and is his identity. Perception gives life a meaning. Without perception, There no difference between a man and a corpse. "
~Vikrant Tomar
Odd Chapters: @Beauty_In_My_Soul
Even Chapters: @Independent_Variable
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