There are times when I can feel the salt grains in my eyes, somewhere between my iris and eyelid. It is burning my eyes and more than that my soul. The amount of water required for its expulsion has dried up, maybe because there aren't any emotions left.
It seems as if they are huge boulders kept on my chest pressurising my lungs to an extent that they can't even expand and contract the way they used too.
Ah! That fist size organ is just ensuring that some liquid flows so that the captivated breath doesn't take a break.
It seems as if they are huge boulders kept on my chest pressurising my lungs to an extent that they can't even expand and contract the way they used too.
Ah! That fist size organ is just ensuring that some liquid flows so that the captivated breath doesn't take a break.
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