Songs;Life
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Complete Thu, Jul 30, 2020<5 mins
A 500-words story about a mother, a successful song-writer brought by fate-- and equally by the world-- on the verge of suicide. What are the reasons? Will she gaze into the darkness for too long or does she have another choice? And what does this world even have in store for her? A story about finding one's bliss, and establishing a personal definition of happiness.
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