If only the walls could talk, they would share my cries and painful screams all day long. Those beautiful grins and hearty laughter are replaced by groans and aches in the dark room. I wish, I could run away, far from the brutality of mind and free my soul. I am lost on my accord. Some days, I wish to be found and in others, oblivion is my Solace.
The Lightening bug 
Yes, keep asking walls for directions every time you get lost🌝
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I don’t get lost🥺🥺🥺
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I’ll remind of this the next time you ask me how to go to this ward🙄
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🥺🥺🥺🥺
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turning your tears to liquid gold which you penned so well and is relatable Nawaz! 🌷💖
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Thank you so much
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You’re sooo welcome Nawaz❣️
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be it long beach or hammersmith
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😅
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Deep!!! It’s a beautiful writing Zi ❤️
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Thank you so much Ru!❤
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If walls could talk
You’d run
Bhoot hai waha
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It will be fun😍😍
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It may be
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If walls could talk they’d share your cries and painful screams all day long..I cud very well relate to this dear Nawazish.. well penned🙂💞
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Thank you so might Ananya!❤
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Sometimes running away is the new beginning. If you run away, then never look back. It is what I did.
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I like the thought of it!
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Rumor has it that preparation for a medical license is very stressful. Tears relieve stress. Better days ahead, Nawazish! ❤ Best wishes for a fulfilling, successful career and happy life.
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Thank you so much!
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” Some days, I wish to be found and in others, oblivion is my Solace.”
I don’t think anyone could express this feeling better
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Thank you Akshita❤
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Wow very nice. ☺️
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Thank you
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