MAANYA
The air in the room felt thick with despair, suffocating like a heavy blanket draped over my trembling shoulders. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and relentless, as I hurled my phone against the unforgiving floor. The shatter of glass seemed to echo the shattered pieces of my heart, each shard a painful reminder of the love lost and the agony endured.
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