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Cerebral Derange

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When I'm in darkness and seeking Helping hands on my shoulder But No one is there And then, They escort me on their shoulders To sleep eternally with peace #Aestheticthoughts#chillyfestiveseason#teamabyss#yqbaba#darkness#shoulder#escort

When I'm in darkness and seeking Helping hands on my shoulder But No one is there And then, They escort me on their shoulders To sleep eternally with peace #Aestheticthoughts#chillyfestiveseason#teamabyss#yqbaba#darkness#shoulder#escort

Cerebral Derange

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When I'm in darkness and seeking Helping hands on my shoulder But No one is there And then, They escort me on their shoulders To sleep eternally with peace #Aestheticthoughts#chillyfestiveseason#teamabyss#yqbaba#darkness#shoulder#escort

When I'm in darkness and seeking Helping hands on my shoulder But No one is there And then, They escort me on their shoulders To sleep eternally with peace #Aestheticthoughts#chillyfestiveseason#teamabyss#yqbaba#darkness#shoulder#escort

Hemalatha G

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your dogmas have been chaperoning me since the day our ties broke loose. we had planted forevers and always on this very same connection that has a start and an end but ended before the start could reach the end. wish it was a circle, it would have spared me from wallowing in not reaching the end. leaving each other was definitely our choice, but as universal as it is, all choices come with a considerable amount of regret. i'm someone who goes chanting "no regrets". irony, crazy. what i was about to say is, you accept it or not, you've willingly shredded a few of your layers on me. they are right at the foyer. a few have stuck to my hem because of the wind. please, take them with you before i become disrespectful. or worse, fragile. i want to be not fragile. i'm not the type who goes back. what's over is over. bye. ____ this is the kind of write-up i like to weave — effortless and meaningless, yet satisfying. ah. is the last sentence grammatically correct? if no, why? if yes, how? ____

your dogmas have been chaperoning me since the day our ties broke loose. we had planted forevers and always on this very same connection that has a start and an end but ended before the start could reach the end. wish it was a circle, it would have spared me from wallowing in not reaching the end. leaving each other was definitely our choice, but as universal as it is, all choices come with a considerable amount of regret. i'm someone who goes chanting "no regrets". irony, crazy. what i was about to say is, you accept it or not, you've willingly shredded a few of your layers on me. they are right at the foyer. a few have stuck to my hem because of the wind. please, take them with you before i become disrespectful. or worse, fragile. i want to be not fragile. i'm not the type who goes back. what's over is over. bye. ____ this is the kind of write-up i like to weave — effortless and meaningless, yet satisfying. ah. is the last sentence grammatically correct? if no, why? if yes, how? ____

Suranya

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THE SHOWER Reaching home at 4AM Esha ran to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. The water was cold and prickled her soft hot skin like rain drops. It trickled down her red dress to the floor. Her eye makeup was smudged. She didnot care. She closed her eyes and let the water cleanse her body. Slowly she slipped out of the dress and let the water droplets touch her naked exposed skin . She rubbed at her red lips, her ruined makeup, waist, hands and every inch of her body that was touched. She breathed in, heavily, letting out a sigh, as silent teardrops mixed with the water. Only those were salty to taste. She sat down on the tiled floor and did not know how many minutes or hours passed by. The water flow decreased. She wearily turned off the tap. The dry clean towel waited to drape itself around her naked body. She had finally cleaned the sins of the night. An escort had walked in. The mother walked out. She counted the money in her purse with a smile. Finally, her child's school fees will be paid. #escort #prostitution #life #mother #love #story #ajourneytodiscoverlife

THE SHOWER Reaching home at 4AM Esha ran to the bathroom. She turned on the shower. The water was cold and prickled her soft hot skin like rain drops. It trickled down her red dress to the floor. Her eye makeup was smudged. She didnot care. She closed her eyes and let the water cleanse her body. Slowly she slipped out of the dress and let the water droplets touch her naked exposed skin . She rubbed at her red lips, her ruined makeup, waist, hands and every inch of her body that was touched. She breathed in, heavily, letting out a sigh, as silent teardrops mixed with the water. Only those were salty to taste. She sat down on the tiled floor and did not know how many minutes or hours passed by. The water flow decreased. She wearily turned off the tap. The dry clean towel waited to drape itself around her naked body. She had finally cleaned the sins of the night. An escort had walked in. The mother walked out. She counted the money in her purse with a smile. Finally, her child's school fees will be paid. #escort #prostitution #life #mother #love #story #ajourneytodiscoverlife