Nostalgia filled mouth

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And the forgiving heart of the white sheets Is in abyss , Tormented by my silence, It is yelling at me , “Oh please write ! Make mistakes , Fail , Scratch and cut , Tear me off , crumble me And throw me in trash , But do not reward me With the indif

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Anshu dhamiwal

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