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At every place where the sinister hid, every place we fell into an abyss, every place where our soul fought to breathe, our ghosts took birth. Also, in every place where we witnessed the magic, every place where we felt love, every place we lost the sense of time, our ghosts took birth. Some of them waged war with pain, vengeance, and a sense of betrayal. And some of them began a war with the ghosts that had waged war just to stop them and avoid the birth of more ghosts. That war is paid with our own blood, lost at the expense of our own blood, and won at the expense of our own blood. ©Akshay Vasu Birthing of our ghosts #akshayvasu #ghosts #memories

At every place where the sinister hid, every place we fell into an abyss, every place where our soul fought to breathe, our ghosts took birth. Also, in every place where we witnessed the magic, every place where we felt love, every place we lost the sense of time, our ghosts took birth. Some of them waged war with pain, vengeance, and a sense of betrayal. And some of them began a war with the ghosts that had waged war just to stop them and avoid the birth of more ghosts. That war is paid with our own blood, lost at the expense of our own blood, and won at the expense of our own blood. ©Akshay Vasu Birthing of our ghosts #akshayvasu #ghosts #memories

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Isn't the ghosts that we are expecting to see outside are lurking inside us? Aren't we are the ones who gave them the voice, face, and skin they wear? - Akshay Vasu The ghosts #ghosts #skin #voice #search #identity #akshayvasu

Isn't the ghosts that we are expecting to see outside are lurking inside us? Aren't we are the ones who gave them the voice, face, and skin they wear? - Akshay Vasu The ghosts #ghosts #skin #voice #search #identity #akshayvasu

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I'm a house of salt in a torrent. Your deluge of emotions, your flood of tears, they dissolve me alike. I can't please anyone, I'm no sugar. I'm not sweet. I'm just salt, that dissolves and yet fills the sea within you. See #House to read the prequel. :) House of salt

I'm a house of salt in a torrent. Your deluge of emotions, your flood of tears, they dissolve me alike. I can't please anyone, I'm no sugar. I'm not sweet. I'm just salt, that dissolves and yet fills the sea within you. See #House to read the prequel. :) House of salt

Lakshmi Menon

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The four friends gathered around the Ouija board, It was around 3 am in the night. They had heard that their hostel was, Haunted by spirit of a young woman, Who had killed herself after a failed relationship. They couldn't be kept away from knowing if it all was true, They held their hands together and summoned her name...three times, Nothing happened. They tried again, This time the lights flickered. And the pointer on the board moved. "Are you here?", one of them asked. It moved swiftly to yes. The four friends looked at each other. "What do you want to do,?"asked another. The lights went out then, They were terrified by now. The pointer spinned on the board, "Kill you!",it read. The next morning, their bodies were found in the same room. There was a black mark on their necks, The Ouija board was on the table. The pointer was pointed towards, Bye!!! ©Lakshmi Menon The eight story out of the series "Voice of the Dead". The Ghost of the Hostel #hostel_life #Ghosts

The four friends gathered around the Ouija board, It was around 3 am in the night. They had heard that their hostel was, Haunted by spirit of a young woman, Who had killed herself after a failed relationship. They couldn't be kept away from knowing if it all was true, They held their hands together and summoned her name...three times, Nothing happened. They tried again, This time the lights flickered. And the pointer on the board moved. "Are you here?", one of them asked. It moved swiftly to yes. The four friends looked at each other. "What do you want to do,?"asked another. The lights went out then, They were terrified by now. The pointer spinned on the board, "Kill you!",it read. The next morning, their bodies were found in the same room. There was a black mark on their necks, The Ouija board was on the table. The pointer was pointed towards, Bye!!! ©Lakshmi Menon The eight story out of the series "Voice of the Dead". The Ghost of the Hostel #hostel_life #Ghosts

Bharath Nandibhatla

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I'm a house of wax in a flare. Your raging wrath, your hugs' warmth, they melt me alike. I can't be thawed, I'm no ice. I'm not cold. I'm just wax, that melts and yet fuels the fire within you. #House House of wax

I'm a house of wax in a flare. Your raging wrath, your hugs' warmth, they melt me alike. I can't be thawed, I'm no ice. I'm not cold. I'm just wax, that melts and yet fuels the fire within you. #House House of wax

Sotyria

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The memories haunts because, THE HAUNTING BY C.Wynter I closed the door but I still experience this Flashes, we call them memories, unaccustomed to this violence I break apart with silent screams, Taking the cowards way out, I let you take all the blame, It was much easier to be the victim, the curtains fall after this play, but memories found me and reminded me it takes two to tango, closing a door and faking a smile doesn't mean it's over you know, Memories can be painful, depending on what one says, or do,. Memories are haunting, because they hold a bit of truth. THE HAUNTING #MEMORIES#GUILT#REFLECTION

The memories haunts because, THE HAUNTING BY C.Wynter I closed the door but I still experience this Flashes, we call them memories, unaccustomed to this violence I break apart with silent screams, Taking the cowards way out, I let you take all the blame, It was much easier to be the victim, the curtains fall after this play, but memories found me and reminded me it takes two to tango, closing a door and faking a smile doesn't mean it's over you know, Memories can be painful, depending on what one says, or do,. Memories are haunting, because they hold a bit of truth. THE HAUNTING #MEMORIES#GUILT#REFLECTION