Literary Captain
A guy with a proclivity for music and quiescence
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Some delicate items needn't be handled with care, like say your fragile ego.
Whenever a slender chance is presented to us to grab what we have lost, whom we have lost, we are very much tempted to grab them. Even if it means giving up what we have now. In the end we all are shadows of our past.
Enamored by effulgence of some people, we often find our raison d'être.
When darkness falls, Silence trails, An author's pen talks.
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