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How else would you define love? Based on the comment on the previous post by @hadia_qureshi10 Write your perception of "love" in the comments" - The best one will be featured in the next post (Giveaway) Alright - so I finally hit 10K after collaborating with DEMO and the British Council to publish the 6th issue of @therapportmag. To celebrate I have decided to host a giveaway! @thepleasantsimpleguy – a literary website/platform founded in 2018 – was selected to collaborate with @demo_impact and @britishcouncilpakistan to publish the 6th issue of @therapportmag (A literary magazine for aspiring writers and artists). The 6the issue is now available to purchase and a brand new CELEBRATION BUNDLE is also here! What are you waiting for? Buy today! (Link in bio) @thepleasantsimpleguy – a literary website/platform founded in 2018 – was selected to collaborate with @demo_impact and @britishcouncilpakistan to publish the 6th issue of @therapportmag (A literary magazine for aspiring writers and artists). A maelstrom of silver light, Have you ever wondered what being "alive" really means? I found myself walking among the graves of the people from my past. Empty slots in the ground, lining the edges of my skull . . . Everything you do for someone may or may not matter in the end. What you do for yourself, stays with you. Sometimes I feel like everything I touch diminishes. Everyone I open up to, fades. It feels likes there is chaos all around - and the only solution is to become indifferent. Where do you go, when the place you call home starts to feel like a prison?

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