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"The winds, the storms, they fail to sway me,
I've burnt myself in the fire of passion that still moulds me.
The smile that often adorns my face so calm,
In reality for the bleeding heart it's a soothing balm"

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"The weights I lift seem soinsignificant,In front of this heart that faced betrayal in a way so magnificent

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"The weights I lift seem so
insignificant,
In front of this heart that faced betrayal in a way so magnificent.
The bubble of stoicism and joy surrounding me whole,
Nothing but a pretense to protect the scared and broken soul"


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"Not falling but living up in love we saw,To a journey of development, discovery and acceptance we enrolled,You were the calm to the raging storm in my heart,Alas ! the fate decided to break it all apart

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"Not falling but living up in love we
saw,
To a journey of development, discovery and acceptance we enrolled,
You were the calm to the raging storm in my heart,
Alas ! the fate decided to break it all apart.
You who love me, cared for me and cherished me,
To you my love, I bow down till eternity."

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"Rage uncontrolled, destiny ready with its games,Was it a lesson for the wild heart to be tamed ? The car that crashed shattered my heart into pieces,Those angry fumes rising high up as if from a furnace

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"Rage uncontrolled, destiny ready with its games,
Was it a lesson for the wild heart to be tamed ?
The car that crashed shattered my heart into pieces,
Those angry fumes rising high up as if from a furnace.
From red all around
To the life support machines emitting the continuous beeping sound,
Another shock awaits the already tattered soul,
For the deepest secrets now stood ready to unfold"

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The book does not necessarily end in heartbreak.
Yes I'm a sadist when it comes to writing but won't go about being brutal for no reason.

I love exploring human emotions.
That's my forte and you'll see the same here.
This was just a bunch of random ideas that I've spun together to build a short story.
The chapters would have a lot of scenes with the character(s) tackling their emotional mess and dilemmas and then evolving out of it.

In case you enjoy reading what I write, please let me know via votes and comments.

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PS - I would request you to give me more prompts.
Situations or characters that you would want to read about or ideas which you think can be spun into stories.
Even the weirdest ideas and prompts would do wonders

~Astha

~Astha

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