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LOVE CRISIS

Rhetorical questions filled my brain, but there was no one who could respond to them. That was the time I realised that the sun casts a much peculiar glow in the morning, but as it rises, its heat becomes so much that it can scorch the skin. “How can love like this be so untrue? In such mighty love, there was no light. Sellina, have you really gone?” I murmured. The tears that poured out my eyes were as strong as water falling to generate electricity. After waking up from a coma, my mother narra

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