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Dec 2014
When I fell in love, I lost my identity. I forgot my name, I forgot myself. Every time I looked at the reflection in the mirror, I saw all those marks on my skin where you had kissed. They formed a map that can be traced easily back to a hidden treasure; you.
And that's how I kept you alive, even when you had died.
Javaria Waseem
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