I woke up early to prepare myself for the day. All night, my mind kept playing all the moments when I was rude to him. Not once he talked back or belittled me like every other man I have ever encountered except my own brother. His worrisome face, not leaving my mind for a second.
I didn’t realise when writing became this important to me and when I started liking it so much..I write because it heals me and I want the same for all of you..As I’m still a student who is working hard for her goals that’s why it would be really appreciable if you all support me
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