Those Thirteen Letters.

Those Thirteen Letters.

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They asked me why and I wrote, "she was my only crime." That closet of books Still hold fragrance For a flower resides there Smiling at its grief. They say one sided love is a curse, well some curses are more meaningful than a broken reality. People often say love is an unknown path how Navie, badly clothed perspective it is, infact we know it is a collective decision of the body and soul. Emotions and feeling are wingless, in love you know how deep you are....... This story won't take you to the land of imaginations, but it will make the clock of your life go back in the corridors of your college life where most of our beautiful stories were born. #21 Old school #39 Old times #46 Friends forever
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