My eardrums are so used to dancing to the music of your giggles; it’s a haunted night, without you, longer than the usual. Really long. I am waiting to hear the ring; I know I won’t. My inner-self is craving for you in everything. I am a teetotaler no more. You are my drug; addiction.
हिस्सों के किस्से!
2 years ago
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