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THE DRAWER OF MEMORIES

i opened it yesterday, those things made me cry so bad, letters, roses, poetries, pieces of heart, and memories of all we had. those pictures were staring at me, like if they wanted to cry like an insane. many things to ask, but sitting quite in the corner as if they were afraid of breaking again. crumbled sheets is what i found next, with broken lines and tear stain, i used to pour my love for you on it, but now i write those tears and pain. the flowers i found were wither, they doesn’t smell the same, the fragrance of love was lost, or was i lost in the game? the tales, the stories, the poetries. were silent, and bought you back, took me to the time when i wrote for you about you, the time that will never come back. at last i found some pieces, the pieces of my broken heart, they were numb, quite and shivering, trying to revive my every part. i opened it yesterday for the last time, letters, roses ,poetries made me weep so bad, i thought it was a forever and ever. but everything ended, everything we had.

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Date: 9/16/2021 5:59:00 AM
Heartfelt, Vidhi!
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