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"मेरा प्यार"

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मेरा प्यार, एक नदी की तरह है,जो हमेशा तुम्हारे लिए बहती है।तुमसे मिलकर, मेरा दिल खिल उठता है,जैसे कोई फूल, बारिश में नहाता है। 

"मोहब्बत"

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मोहब्बत, एक एहसास है, जो दिल में उठता है, जैसे कोई फूल, बारिश में खिल उठता है। मोहब्बत, एक जुनून है, जो दिल में रहता है, और हर बार, तुम्हारा ही नाम लेता है। 

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Leul Aklilu
@Princel
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The less of them you have the more one is worth.

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Healing from things you never understood

Jeslin Leel
@Jeslin-Leel
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I don’t really know when it started. But something inside me broke a long time ago — and I didn’t even notice until years later. There were no big events. No accidents. No dramatic heartbreaks. Just little moments that passed by like dust, but somehow stayed. People ask, “What happened?” And I wish I had an answer. Something solid. Something I could point to and… Read More »Healing from things you never understood

HOME

Sunaina Pathak
@sunaina011
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Home It’s cold outside. It has now been two weeks, Three days, perhaps seven hours, Since I became houseless, Not homeless, Since the rubble is now my bed, The sky covers my soul, And stars light up the dark. The bombs are our candles too. I lost everyone, But I believe that They’re in a safer place. I want to join them, But I don’t… Read More »HOME

OH SWEETHEART

Sunaina Pathak
@sunaina011
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Oh Sweetheart, If only you knew what withers inside, If only I could scream what shatters inside; These walls would be torn, and this house would be a home. ___ It’s not your fault, I fall apart. It’s not your fault, I’m trapped in this vault. #scribble #OC #pillowthoughts

Sin

Sunaina Pathak
@sunaina011
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Her tongue still bleeds. I know because my heart, encased in fragile glass, Shattered when she tried to lick the pieces. Her ears still ache With the lying whispers of my love. As I threw her to a worm-dark pit, I told myself, “I’ll fix it.” Her nose still runs, As do warm, salty tears Down her tired cheeks, Drowning in a pool of blood.… Read More »Sin