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Grief.
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Rise.
You tell me i’m not good enough That my place is just regular, To survive the rat race, i’m not tough, That my glow is of just dead colour. You tell me i should settle That i can’t have it all That Lucifer was once an angel And ambition led to his fall. You burn … Continue reading Rise.
Sweet Goodbye.
One day, at the hospital, where i worked as a nurse, there arrived a patient. And he was badly wounded. All the bones in his body were broken to pieces, all the oxygen, turned into thin air. He had lost a lot of blood and his legs were so badly injured that he probably would … Continue reading Sweet Goodbye.
Subhalakshmi Gautam 