When a love story comes to an end, no matter how quietly, it wrecks our sense of coherence, gazillion questions rumble in our minds like a tumult; but what comes out of our mouths, is not reflective of even a percent of it.
On this note, Priya Malik's poem, "When He Told Me That He No Longer Loved Me" is striking all the right chords.
On this note, Priya Malik's poem, "When He Told Me That He No Longer Loved Me" is striking all the right chords.
This is dummy text. It is not meant to be read. Accordingly, it is difficult to figure out when to end it. But then, this is dummy text. It is not meant to be read. Period.
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