Literary Captain
Writing my heart down🕊️
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It was the chilly month of December. An icy cold wind was moving. The dark clouds had covered the sky. She'd an appointment with her doctor. Her neck was paining severely. She'd reached the clinic on time but the doctor came late. As soon as her name was called,she entered and was prescribed some medicines. Hurriedly she left the hospital.
In the end,all we crave for is a grave to cave in.
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