◆ ◇ s y l p h ◇ ◆
⬖ Trapped in this human body since the last nineteen years.
⬗ The dynamic duo after Batman and Robin is me and my procrastination.
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⬘ 'always' a potterhead. sherlock-ed. die hard marvel fan. can communicate better with animals than humans. lover of literature and iced coffee. best friends are my paints and my guitar. soul full of colourful shades and in love with someone who is colour blind. Oh, and pizza.
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⬙ I have been writing passionately ever since I remember. I have created this account separately for writing, in the hope that one day I touch lives for the better.
♛ Known to be an enchantress. You know, where I hope to create magic with the orchestration of words and try to forge the universe on a mere piece of paper.
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_AutumnHymns_
Sep 19, 2019 07:38AM
Few shed tears. Few go numb. And a few bleed on paper. Here is an attempt to make you feel every emotion when you give this book a chance. https://www.wattpad.com/story/184819782View all Conversations
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Remembering the time when we forgot
Sometimes we just love people too much, that even when they are gone, even when all the traces that proved th...
