Please spot my mistakes in this paragraph.
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#paragraph
#ruh
The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
#review
#paragraph
#ruh
The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
Please criticize my work..
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
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#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
#review
#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.