She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves.

At dawn, the orderly, disciplined life he had always known would continue again, without him. The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.

At the end of the day, I will never be anything more or less than me.

" The seed just thrives to grow and believes it will be nurtured. This is the power of believing,".

Written By kiran chandel

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