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How and To whom I should describe the definition of love? (Read Caption) • Do you know What Self love is? For the first time I entered my home, I saw my parents renovating my house and the walls were painted with the strokes of happiness, that looked like our faces. Everywhere I turned, a mirror would welcome me with all the chivalry like a gentleman opening a door for me, unlike one day when I walked in a room, I covered myself with the darkness. The day I came out, my intestines snaked around my neck and the flesh became the battleground for dignity, now who has the right over it? I lost few parts like the missing pages of the book, but the mirrors reflected my other half well, so that whenever I forget myself, I look for me in every corner until I find myself complete, but with an incomplete pause. • A father's broken hope. The black and white photos you see on the wall, they are the children of my father, I once looked like one of them until the day farmers protested against death and how I am a country responsible for the pandemic. I brought a fatal disease to my family, and everyone celebrated it, like it's the last day and God would find a way in between all what's lost. I recited prayers for everyone's health and everyday I got weakened, coz I wanted them alive, infront of me.
How and To whom I should describe the definition of love? (Read Caption) • Do you know What Self love is? For the first time I entered my home, I saw my parents renovating my house and the walls were painted with the strokes of happiness, that looked like our faces. Everywhere I turned, a mirror would welcome me with all the chivalry like a gentleman opening a door for me, unlike one day when I walked in a room, I covered myself with the darkness. The day I came out, my intestines snaked around my neck and the flesh became the battleground for dignity, now who has the right over it? I lost few parts like the missing pages of the book, but the mirrors reflected my other half well, so that whenever I forget myself, I look for me in every corner until I find myself complete, but with an incomplete pause. • A father's broken hope. The black and white photos you see on the wall, they are the children of my father, I once looked like one of them until the day farmers protested against death and how I am a country responsible for the pandemic. I brought a fatal disease to my family, and everyone celebrated it, like it's the last day and God would find a way in between all what's lost. I recited prayers for everyone's health and everyday I got weakened, coz I wanted them alive, infront of me.
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