There are people who you learn to fear and then there are some who you know you should fear. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out where Rosy aunty fit in.
If we don’t push ourselves hard enough for the race ahead, we’d be crushed in the stampede that followed.
Life isn’t a Jane Austen novel and I’m not a doting protagonist.
I can’t forge happy endings, but I refuse to be the sad story that my poetry recites.
A hollow emptiness resonated with the silence of relief.
We found romance, between secondhand books that, once smelled like love.
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