the ache of silence
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this is not the book of love poems its my personal diary-every verse bleeds some memories when i felt too much but i spoke too little..
each line still carries the name i never stopped whispering
written between sleepless nights and heavy silences
so this is my journey through solitude
i am a writer surviving through long distance love living in the quiet spaces where even friendship feels far away.
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