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An open wound, bleeding and deep, whispers of a heart in need. Scarlet rivers mark trails of sorrow, each drop a tale of woe. But within, strength blossoms, even in darkness, healing takes hold. Though the wound may be gaping, time stitches it closed, from the shattered, a new self blossoms.
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Pallabi Saikia
I am an article writer and poet, expressing my overwhelming thoughts through words. My articles explore diverse topics, while my poetry captures personal subtleties, connecting with others through shared experiences.
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