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Hey guys, writing a #shortstory on #bts and #twice only on fans demand. Tomorrow the #prologue WILL BE OUT HERE ONLY ON MY PROFILE ON INSTAGRAM. Share this post with your BTS/TWICE friends. It'll be posted tomorrow. . @twicetagram @bts.bighitofficial . . Story: Yet here we are! Starring: #bts and #twice Time of publishing: #tomorrow . . Follow @chantinglove138 my profile for more updates on the story. . . #sanatwice #btsimagines #btsarmy #btsstories #twicesanacute #taehyung #jungkook #jimin #taekook #chantinglove #yethereweare #sanataehyung #sanataevet #writersofinstagrampoetry #wattpadstory #chantinglove # #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writinglife #loveqoutesandsayings #lovethoughts #loveyourlove #lovebloom #heartfeelings #feelingsoflove #dearlove

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Anatomy My mind is a graveyard of dead memories, some buried alive. They scream, their voices haunt me at night. I call them nightmares while my mother, on the other hand, calls it attention-seeking. My ears can sieve the desperate pleads below 20Hz, sounds which are inaudible to normal humans. I hear them when the curtain falls and the sunlight starts to dry. I put a pillow on my ears, but those mutterings slip right through the cotton as if a rumour about a girl who has had a nose lift. I stay up all night talking to them. My eyes don't perceive people after some distance, they look like little pieces of blurred nothingness. That is how I do not give a damn about someone's judgemental stares when I don't shave my legs but the doctors tell me otherwise, they call it nearsightedness. My skin is not clear, I get frequent unwanted visited from ugliness. The other night, I heard her describing a shade that is darker than white but lighter than black, her eyes light up, she found the term, I heard her whisper my name instead. My mother's laugh also has a rhythm. She comes from the kin of nightingales but science too disappoints sometimes. I don't have that charm, my voice is not as sweet as hers. It is like that almost guy who works his ass off for a 90 but gets benched at 89.9. My body is not a humble abode of beautiful creatures, shining sun and starry nights. It is a haunted house whose keyholes soak in the dust while the warm smile keeps the 'Welcome' intact. By Isha Adhikari (@missaddyx)

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