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Just a call away
A call with my friend, A call with my mom, A call to my writing, to sit with my thoughts, overthinking to shape a desperation to shout, I lay on my bed, beside a book, craving to turn its pages, waiting for the end, But I look up at the time on the clock, scrolling… Continue reading
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Between Faith and fire
Do you think there are any fruitful deeds I receive,for all the lights lit in the temple,praying for all the good health and happiness in my name,without the core of my heart ever involved, my mother prays a lot,her only diligence, yet crumbled in pain are the only results I come across,nothing seems to bring a sense… Continue reading
