Words & Feelings ♡
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Nov 9, 2021
Hope everyone will relate.
This was something written for someone n some are related to past incidents which has left behind a scar.
This is very close to me. Deep and sensitive. Hope you like it :)
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