Heartbreak
There once was a heart split in pain,
There once was a heart split in pain,
Where love left a lingering stain.
Each beat felt the tear,
Of a dream laid bare,
As it danced in the cold, bitter rain.
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Dabasish Pal
Hey there, story lovers! I'm Dabasish Pal, and I write the kind of stories that keep you up way past your bedtime ( don't worry, I've been there too!). Get ready for some twist, turns and maybe even few feels.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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