She was breathing
But was she living?
She was watching
But was she believing?
Her forhead lack creases
But was she relieving?
No...
After all she is the victim.
Her life is devoid of normal rhythm.
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
Devoid
She was breathing
But was she living?
She was watching
But was she believing?
Her forhead lack creases
But was she relieving?
No...
After all she is the victim.
Her life is devoid of normal rhythm.
