The price of love

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Maybe one day, you and I will look into a mirror and see the cracks between us. Maybe one day, the vacuum inside me will resist the call of your eyes. Maybe one day, I will scream into the void and lend my ears to the echoes of despair. Maybe one day, the cost of dying will be lesser than the price of love.

Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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