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Nov 2020
I wish the world could weave the broken hearts,
But the inevitable truth is,
Even if it is healed,
And I hate the fact that,
It won't be same anymore.
Even if we wish it could.

There will be a mark of
Threads concealing the pain.
But,
The Mark is constant.
Even it's forgotten,the Mark won't vanissh
Mariyam Ridha
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Mariyam Ridha  17/F/India,Kerala
(17/F/India,Kerala)   
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