I don't know what is this feeling.
There are no wounds, but they are healing.
It's kinda sweet but also hard.
I m a kid, my mind is a blank card.
Blackness and silence, no sign of sleep.
Even a single word is making me think deep.
This feeling is hard to explain.
There is no reason, but a lot of pain.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
There are no wounds, but they are healing.
It's kinda sweet but also hard.
I m a kid, my mind is a blank card.
Blackness and silence, no sign of sleep.
Even a single word is making me think deep.
This feeling is hard to explain.
There is no reason, but a lot of pain.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
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