Poetry
My Journey to Peace
My Excursion to Harmony: Conquering Forlornness and Embracing Confinement The quiet used to be a stunning thunder. It reverberated in the vacant spaces of my loft, a consistent sign of the isolation that stuck to me like a subsequent skin. Depression wasn't simply an inclination; it was a presence, a significant burden on my chest that gagged the delight out of life.
By Iftikhar Akram6 days ago in Pride