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loosing herself….

No, She was not fine, may be, she can never be fine again. Every night, when the world sleeps, she buries her face, in her pillow, and think, and re-think, about things, about, what went wrong.. about, what can be done.. about, what all she lost.. about, what all she had.. but Maybe, she was… Continue reading loosing herself….