Buried in Pandora's Box

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Let's talk about the secrets that are whelved in our heart. There's always a time comes in everyone's life when our heart aches with regret and only a confession can rest it. The book will allow you to explore the writer's heart.

"Regret" the lighter it sounds the heaviest it is. We always had been through a phase when we regret, regret of leaving or being left, regret of betraying someone or being cheated on but we are always scared of confession and that makes our heart heavier. Life is too short to regret so confess and respect the decision. Buried in Pandoraβ€˜s Box is a collection of poetry, quotes and stories that talk about the regrets and confessions, which has remained untold and unexpressed.

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Interior Designer by profession & writer by choice.

Ps- Every story is worth writing for.

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