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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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