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  • There was nothing comforting in them. Their words like poison , lethal and unforgiving, swam across the life in me and left its' stains. As if to remind me that I was undeserving of the space they shared. They know me by the depths of their imagination and speak of me like a lacklustre character out of a theatrical play. Yet too many times when we sit down together on a seemingly unpretentious coffee session , we exchanged nothing more than the bat of an eyelid.

    It felt strange as I sat there watching my heart breaking apart in front of me . What is it with them that I haven't quite figure out yet...
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