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You are my treasure I can’t show to the world, My dearest belonging, my fear, my peace and everything I dream of.
What do you do? When you know, It’s not your kind of days…? Me:I sit back and pretend that they are my kind of days.
Sit beside me absorb my soul, mend the parts that don’t fit in swallow my insecurities deal with my fears. listen! I need more than “Love”.
And the real truma is, We live in a world where loneliness is named as overthinking, depression, anxiety mood swings, anger and sadness.
In ancient tales, They have talked about the haunted deserts that turn you into stone, If you look back. Listen! These haunted deserts are our hearts, no where else.

































