You Are Plucked And Withered Like The Flowers Beside Me
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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2019
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I've been writing these since 1st year college. Either be it on the desk, back part of my notebook or book, piece of paper that got thrown (so as my thought written on it, LOL). So yeah, thanks for giving this a shot.
I have resumed writing not so long ago, and it has been my therapy, in some sort of way.
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