Story By JYOTI SINGH
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JYOTI SINGH

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Imaginations are all I have to call mine, Rest all are just some broken pieces, and endless scars. So I try to find my lost self, hidden in the chaos of these words, arranging themselves to become stories, sometimes poems and even inspiration.
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Beyond that willow tree
Updated at Oct 1, 2020, 09:41
She was a magic lost long ago before he found her. It was like a dream, when the two different dimensions found their love in third world. All the music, all the blessing, everything seemed so perfect, as if created for them by angels themselves. But how stars came to live in that willow tree? How did they come to find each other? and more importantly, how long would it last?
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