..Behind her depth..
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This book,
endures all the pain, that bleeds my pen!
My laughter, full of jitters!
My guilt, which does not let me breathe!
My confessions, which are frightful to verbalise!
My lessons which are learned through deceptions!
My life, which shows no tenderness at all.
Hence, this is my book. Being written for my own self! For my own sanity! For my own peace of mind!
Jazakallahu khair:)
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