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Deforested Monsoon..

Deforested Monsoon

It was the monsoon, her favourite season, where the atmosphere was fresh and greenery everywhere, yet it made her sad. Her mind had been deforested, all her happiness had been washed away like the sand. She wished to plant saplings in her mind to see them blossom, but where would she sow the seeds of content, when there is no soil of will present?

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