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Mar 2021
In no time, twirling thoughts had turned into a storm inside the mind.
Hours of thoughts flooded the mind, triggering massive floods.
The flood of thoughts washed away beautiful memories and images stored in the sand of the subconscious.
The subconscious now resembles a graveyard of forgotten thoughts.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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