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My name is Maanvinder Pilania and i love writing which is the sole reason why this blog exists in the first place. This blog is a place wher...
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standing on a cliff, waving at the ship drought hit eyes, a sorrow ending happiness in goodbye, never destined lessons learned, pages turned...
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i ran to your place when that story was over throwing the skin and daggers away and with departure of someone, that love rotted away a noctu...
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The idea behind this work w as random a nd it all started out in bits that i write on a napkin and in my notes app. I had been thinking ab...
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i am a sad amorist who seeks to understand the love songs of the bird the stories, the notes they sing that are open but less understood at ...
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In the school's art room when no one was around i sat, forlorn by my own grief as a way to escape my pain november had already broken my...
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drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night soaked in blood and it’s stains on my gray ...
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i die in november whenever it comes around under the smoke rising from fire someone burning, someone long-gone and then time decides to slow...
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brutality is never a sign of peak intelligence so i just walk past him and ignore his existence but i fail in this play sometimes i give awa...
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Your heart will decay under the gravity of your weight Those roots needs to be burnt down to ashes Their words are like bullets piercing thr...