I write snippets and passages of our story--
Creating oeuvres that allude to our memories;
Because, it's the only way to relive what we had.
Mayhap, in time, you'd come across my verses;
You'd recognize the face behind the lines;
And, perhaps, recall the love you left behind.

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I watch you smile, the playful glint in your eyes visible, obvious and shining just as much as your love for me.
"Were you terrified?" You ask me.
I swallow.
Because, yes. I was.
You were ruining me for every other man there is.
And I knew I was going to let you...

I was going to let you see it through.

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Ahana is a different kind of writer. Her vocabulary is brilliant for a 15 year old. Most of her works are tiny snippets about imagined situations which even I fail to describe as well as she can. No kidding here.

Even though she's a kid outside the realm of words. It's been a pleasure guiding her as a person offline. She regards me as her elder brother and the trust she has on me is special and quite hard to earn in today's times. God bless you dearest Ahana

Your brother,
Kumarpal

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- Hey! How do you know what I was thinking? I haven't said a word about it to anyone.
(An image showing the backside of a hand popped up on her chatbox)
- Now what's that supposed to mean?

'I know you
like the back of my hand', her best friend replied.

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How can I replace you?

"But my heart suffocates, my body trembles and my soul seems dispersing in sky everytime I think about someone else in place of you."

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1. An abandoned curtain lies before me, hiding the beautiful unreal mirror world. her tiny crevices, let's me see through into the shiny bright light. The curtain looks at me helplessly, in vain. she implores the winds, to come to her rescue. she has always been ignored.

2. I look at you helplessly, neither you nor I know what is wrong with me.

3. Your eyes are an opaque window, not allowing my words to leap into your mind's understanding, craving for it.

4. My heart skips a beat, falling out for you, maybe you hold it, maybe you trash it out.

5. My heart lies on the ground beneath you, writhing with the scars, unable to breath. Seeping its way into the earth, it finds it way out to me.

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life in fragments

//read in caption//

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**thoughts that crush my soul**

(read in caption)

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and when everything became immobile, whatsits that knock my door are your roasted hubris flavoured with a tinge of ploy and a tad of desire, with a little more of my mom's love, from whom I parted for you.

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