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Get in loser, ̶w̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶l̶i̶v̶e̶s̶, we are going shopping!! . . . #issamood https://www.instagram.com/p/B19YWKfgBW-yAckhr23Pk_TKo9pvs11KQLe7Po0/?igshid=i5sfk3nbggfa

//Something borrowed - abandonment // . Dia was lying on the rooftop, trying to trace the constellations, past the streak of clouds in the night sky. Trying as she was, it was hard to get her mind to focus; maybe it was the clouds as logic explained or the fact that it was on a different rooftop in a new city. . 'Or maybe it's the absence of Raima...' . She still felt cheated, that Raima resorted to a cold blade slicing through her wrists, than confiding in her(Dia); claimed to be her closest friend, 'soul sisters' weren't they?! . Fifteen years back she had failed to be a good daughter, when her father chose to walk out of the family stating he wasn't cut out for fatherhood, making her resent her birth. Yet again she had failed another role, of being a good friend... She wasn't looking forward to a new day in another school, forced to don new roles : Of a classmate, a friend, and possibly failing to live up to them, yet again... . -Ahana Misra . . . . . . . . . . #writersofig #writersofinstagram #somethingborrowed #quotewriting #amwriting #writerscommunity #deepquotes #writingforpeace #Borrowedstories https://www.instagram.com/p/B1gjYlWAnPtqjrMQztVeH_RGuMU7IYlMQAsMPM0/?igshid=16j9msgy2xzl7