I remember how she believed that broken hearts can be stitched with a cup of hot chocolate and a stranger's smile.

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This is going to be long. But please try sticking with me.

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"She desires roses and I am Lily, she wants the moon and I am the sky, and she loves the sunrise but i am the sunset"

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'His smile has become the habit i wake up with, and his love is a drug i overdose myself with'

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"She says nostalgia smells like him. It smells like her holding his hand, like his head residing peacefully in her lap."

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"how she will have to embrace my sins and pay it's price
and how her lips are now sugar on my ice."

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You compliment me about how white looks amazing on me,
And then you ask, why i smell of orchids and not of strawberries like always.....


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We silently stared at the stars...

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Disclaimer:- The below piece of article is my PERSONAL opinion. It is not meant for imposing my views on anyone. And writing this doesn't make me any less of feminist I am.
If incase anyone gets offended in the middle of the article I beg u to stop there and find your way back to the disclaimer.

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There are days..

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