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Jul 2023
Recycled thoughts frequently burst through mental cracks. Unpleasant recollections flood the mind.
Self-defeated souls' shadows are still menacingly following. The waves of the long-contained bitter memories crash into life, unexpectedly. Without  a worthy reason, the present becomes the past.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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