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All the days of my life by Abhineet Chaturvedi

It has been an hour or so since I have been lying on the bed, prone onto my still-beating heart, with my head resting on the pillow, peeping through my arm that is covering all but my eyes, busy gazing at the window.

It has been an hour or so since I have been lying on the bed, prone onto my still-beating heart, with my head resting on the pillow, peeping through my arm that is covering all but my eyes, busy gazing at the window.

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