𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.
Writing literary pieces, while holding on to the broken pieces of my very own heart 🖤
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littlemissjita
May 13, 2026 05:19PM
“Raghav and I grew up hating each other in a village that wasn’t legally ours. Then the government took us away to the same orphanage.”They said children without documents needed “real families.” Fu...View all Conversations
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