#mental health

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    Where to fall, Or where to rise The hollow feeling, Swallowing with every gulp, The words are nowhere to be heard, The flashbacks creating ripples, In the sea of trauma The story is far away to bloom, The time seems… Continue reading

  • I let my brother cry.

    It was one of those evenings in December, with whispers of cold breeze: sun busy in setting and letting the moon shine. We returned from our colleges and relaxing a bit. My brother and I are in our room, chit… Continue reading