If you know or not know, is none of my business. They kept swallowing the words I wrote, I was haunted by their comments. I was writing a poem when my hand started bleeding, the patches it left on the paper, moulded into new words. I was quite surprised when that happened because I never saw something beautiful from pain.
I cried because I was in grief. But once I cried because I was overjoyed. I was amazed by the fact that emotion can also damage the system of expressing, that was quite new to me. An indescribable start filled my vibes, something more vulnerable, I understood that we are today standing, keeping a symbol of shattered hopes. Maybe one day, we will be able to bring them back to life. This was my dream. And I didn't wish itself to get shattered. If it gets, I'll be devastated!
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Negligence Is Destiny
Short StoryThey made a lot of promises, you know, promises which are meant to be kept. They deceived my innocence. They bled my heart. It aches a lot you know, it aches a lot..
