The Stoicity gets reflected anyways...no matter how badly we try to hide...
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Stories by Harshvardhan Singh
The last Metro
I killed myself to give her the freedom she wanted..
"The Last Silver 🍁✨
The poem articulates a profound sorrow, embodying a deep sense of loss, as if the final glimmer of hope-of li...
The Cigarette...
maybe the word "forever" meant for memories and not for people