I was dejected, my life was playing right before me like a distorted film, coruscating through my mind relentlessly, in desultory. Cocooned at my usual spot, right at the corner of the mess in the war refugee camp, where cries and abject submission filled the air, exercising our hopes beyond our boundaries. Tears, blood, flowing … Continue reading Recalling, Overcoming.
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