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There were times when my father’s absence was as heavy as a marble sitting on my chest. I can vividly recall when he used to take me to bed. Our bedtime routine was unlike any other; he recited poetry to me. The name of the poet’s beloved would usually be substituted by mine. Since my… Read more
Burning candle flame… melting your four valves forcing you to sob without a sound mercilessly draining joy from your lungs mercifully bleeding tears from your brain dreadfully pumping grief through your eyes slowly injecting your soul with a growing numb to drink for eternity into the oblivion
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