all the irreparable loses you endure, all the calamities you make through, and all the experiences that shatter you. they don’t take away your breath but they take away life from you, in bits, in intervals, slowly, gradually you’re just a soul deprived of life. the dead soul that just needs to depart.
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Zarmina Siddiq (
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