I'm this enchanted pitchfork who fell into this world after breaking it's wings. Yea, I don't know much about myself either .-. Ask the blacksmith.
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Stories by Hina Khilji
Recovery
I recover
in bits and pieces
Never ever
in leaps and bounds
I stumble and fall
back to you
Back to us
But...
Tonight
When anger came crashing
Crashing at my heart
Invading, creating
A monster out of it
Shook up my calm 😒
Do...
Dead Words
||A reflection on life||
Him:
I feel sick of everything. Sick of being trapped in the grey, dysfunctional fac...