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Poetry
love is all that matters
📅 21 June 2026❤️ 47 likes💬 125 comments🚀 163 times monetized
I just wish to see your eyes one more time,
I just beg to see your face one last time,
You never cared how much I loved you,
And now here I am,
Standing in front of the mirror,
And missing you and can't even deny that,
The time you left,
I thought you'll come back,
But it has been four years,
Yet you never make out,
And here I have locked myself in a bathroom,
Lying on a floor and waiting for you to break through,
But I can't meet you again,
And this fact is really the worst part of this story.
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✦ Story behind this post
In Chennai's ancient temples, where monsoon rains kiss stone centuries old, Priya discovered love wasn't grand gestures. It was her grandmother teaching Tamil verses while grinding spices, fingers stained gold with turmeric. When PaybookClub connected her with kindred spirits sharing family recipes and stories, something awakened. Strangers became sisters, amplifying joy through shared heritage. The confusion melted away—profit meant nothing against these bonds. In Tamil Nadu's warm embrace, Priya realized love multiplies when witnessed by a community, when heritage becomes the heartbeat connecting strangers into family, creating something immortal.
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