Writer in me
The day your voice drifts into my night, I lose every reason left to write. You come and steal my words, my soul, Only to leave them at my door once more— for I am no longer yours.
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My Life: She fueled it
It has been around one month since my last post and in this span of 30 days a lot has happened in my life. Dont worry guys I am not here to tell you the story of a failed engineer. But something which is in my heart since I was in 2nd year of my…